I knew I should've just let her stay in the living room. She spends her time in my room all the time, she could do without my bed for a little while longer... But I gave in, because I love her and she's been a good girl... But I could sense the agitation from her.
She sighed at first, accepting the large black ball of energy into the small space, but it didn't stop there.. She wanted to see what she was doing, wanted to give her some loving licks on the face; get her attention...
Then she groaned and got up.. Left without a word...
Should I have not done that?.. Should I have left the midnight tyrant in the living room?... Am I not good enough company?...
So many questions circle my head as I am alone now... So alone...
Why did that happen?...
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عشوائيI guess this is like a book of one-shots. I just write, I have a poem book where I vent, but sometimes I can't express what I'm thinking in just a poem.
