A Hump Day
A great book. I want to write an Amazon review, just need to get my words together. A little techy and a little sci-fi. I wanted Harper to be more.... I dunno, she started out amazing and ended up a bit girly, but I can kind of relate to that as well. I really liked this book. Would highly recommend it and in fact have! Can't wait to see what the parental unit thinks.
Got a lot of shopping done. It's going to be a slow process and I am okay with that. I want to be smart and make good decisions. I think I've got bathroom stuff for right now. I'm excited. I want to figure stuff out on monday, get things moving and grooving!! I am ready. The focus on something different has really helped me. I just hate that I've had a broken foot, but I'm working around that as well. As much as I feared that this move would tear my family apart, I think (and hope) that it's drawn us a bit closer together. Everything is good and will be good!!
Therapy 105
I woke up three hours later. I don't even remember falling asleep and that always frightens me. It seems very unnatural to just lose consciousness. I mentally pat myself on the back for not looking at my phone. It would have been a fruitless effort anyway. The texts from last night were all banal. Email, spam, meeting reminders, etc.
As I walk into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot the owner of the amber eyes is perched on my kitchen table. Not AT my table, ON my table. Her legs are swinging carelessly and she's running her long, perfect fingers through Wren's fur. We don't make eye contact but I mutter "traitor" under my breath to the feline whom is enjoying the attention way too much. I swear the cat glares at me.
Her name is Ryelle. The woman on my table whom I'm doing my best to ignore. Out of the corner of my eye I notice her gather her thick mane of black hair and twist it into an impossible braid to fall effortlessly atop her head. It's such a human gesture I forget about the coffee for a moment and stare.
She's completely unfazed and returns her attention to Wren.
"She's not happy with you," Ryelle says, still not meeting my eyes.
Her voice never fails to send shiver down my back, which pisses me off.
I sit my mug down slowly under the coffee spout and press the start button.
"Who?" I ask, nonchalantly, "The leader of your imaginary planet?"
My sarcasm isn't well receieved. Ryelle arches an eyebrow and looks at me in such a way that I cross my arms in front of me defensively.
She meets my gaze, unwaveringly.
"Sssooooo," I say to fill in the silence. "If you are communicating with my cat and telling me that she's angry with me. It's too fucking early for me to accept a telepathic cat, not to mention...you. Frankly, I don't care either way."
I'm half joking and don't wait for a reply. Already half way across the living room I hear her response,
"You will care."
I close the bathroom door without looking back. I need a shower.
Wait a second, is that a threat?!