Eunoia 2 [{V.H}]

3

Kitty

After Vinnie and I got up out of the bed, we went almost a half hour away from the house to the nearest target where we bought new bed sheets, blankets, pillows, cleaning supplies, and cat and dog stuff. I guess Alex asked Vinnie to pick up Some stuff for a dog that he bought Kouvr, so Vinnie was nice enough to do that- but by the time we got back- I only had enough energy to watch Vinnie change the bed sheets and then go to bed.

I only slept for three hours before I was woken up to the sound of tires squealing so loudly in my ears that it shot me straight up out of bed.

I woke up Vinnie too, and he sat with me for the rest of the night while I laid staring up at the ceiling- too scared to go back to sleep in case it wasn't just ghost cars that came to haunt me. He read to me until the sun came up, then he left me in the bed to make a breakfast of eggs, pancakes, and bacon that I couldn't eat.

Of course, as soon as Vinnie mentioned getting Hera from the airport, I sprung up out of bed and threw on some leggings and sweater.

Miss Hera was disoriented when we picked her up, but by the time we got back to the house, she was lively and almost screaming in her cat carrier. But it didn't stop there- when I finally opened the door to the crate, she came out yelling at Vinnie and I- probably scolding us, until I picked her up.

From then on she was a happy Kitty.

I took her straight to the living room couch and sat with her until the two of us both ended up crashing while Vinnie read a book with my head in his lap, his hair tangling in my hair to keep me asleep.

That's how the next few days go by- spending my days going back and forth between the couches and the bed. The only difference is that one day I had an online therapy session with Kent where we barely talked about anything, but instead he subscribed me a grief counselor.

So I guess I said something to make him worry.

Or maybe it's how I look- who knows.

Vinnie bathed me yesterday as I sat in the bathtub staring into recaps of the last couple months, my mind circling until I had to get up out of the bath because I felt like someone (obviously not Vinnie) was going to suddenly push me under the water.

I know it didn't make sense, but it did at the time.

All of a sudden I just knew that someone was going to come into the bathroom and hold my head under the water. Which left Vinnie half done with washing my hair- leaving it dry and unruly from not conditioning it.

But I got up and braided it, then was able to put the kitchen together somewhat for dinner. I guess Alex invited himself and Kouvr over for dinner, and from there- Mila and Thomas invited themselves as well.

I headed upstairs again though after a while of sitting in the kitchen with Vinnie, watching him cook dinner for everyone- some spaghetti and meatballs, because I suddenly felt the need to call my mom and check on her.

She and everyone else are fine, doing amazing actually and wasn't surprised to hear that I'm in Maine.

I guess her and Vinnie have started talking, and they've gotten semi close enough for her to feel comfortable enough to call him and ask about me- since I don't answer my phone.

It's not that I don't want to- it's that ive been sleeping so much and by the time I get around to it- the time difference has screwed over my chances of talking to her.

"Vinnie said that you guys will be home for the holidays." My mom informs me and I raise my brows.

"Oh yea?" I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I stop pacing the bedroom.