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Los Angeles, California

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I can't sleep that night.

I sit on the side of my bed, hunched over and leaning my arms on my legs. I rest my head in my arms, rubbing my eyes aggressively. I see particles of colors swirl, but I blink them away.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Well, technically today, and the one person I'm the most grateful for isn't here.

It's way too early to call my mom, or anyone for that matter. I sniffle as I get up from my bed, muscles aching and bones sore as I do so.

I stretch upwards, hearing a satisfactory crack from my back. I cringe and smile at the crack, arching my back as I bring myself out of bed.

My feet start moving before I can think about it. I can't tell if it's the tiredness that's making my brain fuzzy, or the dark shadows that impair my vision. I rub my eyes again and nothing happens, so I determine it's probably a mix of both.

I walk out of my room, taking a deep breath as I shut the door behind me. I sniffle as I enter the hallway and living room, trying to make as little noise as possible. The cats are still asleep, and I wouldn't want to disturb them.

The far city lights tint the room, just enough to see where furniture is, and where it's safe to step. Long shadows loom over the room, hardly helping me determine where things are. I look over to my left, over at the couch.

My eyebrows raise when I see it's empty, without two small shadows that belong to the cats. I blink slowly, trying to rid the small stinging pain away from my eyes.

I walk past the rooms and enter the opposite hallway, where I can faintly hear George sleeping in his room. I turn to the opposite wall, slowly turning the door handle to Dream's room.

I press against the door, slowly and carefully opening it. I close it behind me, trying my best to avoid any noise.

A small jingle comes from inside the room, and I see a small head pop up.

"Hi sweet girl," I whisper, noticing the cat on Dream's bed. I can't identify it just by its silhouette, but when another perks up, I can tell the difference.

I tip-toe over, sitting down on Dream's bed. Both the cats are there, and I can tell who is who by the length of their fur.

"Scooch over, I wanna sleep," I whisper, and somehow, they understand. They stand up and walk to the other side of the bed as I narrow my eyes at them, eyebrows raised. "Can you guys speak English?" I ask them.

When I believe that I see Lucky nod, I determine that sleep deprivation is not a good look on me. I shake my head aggressively, trying to rid myself of the silly thoughts.

I lift the covers and blankets of Dream's bed, rolling underneath of them. Within moments I'm enchanted by the familiar scent, drifting to sleep.

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I wake up with Lucky rubbing herself against me uncomfortably. I groan, trying my best to softly push her away, but she pushes back.

I sit up completely, flinching when the sunlight hits my face through the windows. I curl into myself, hands over my stinging eyes.