Revenge Is Sweet

36 - Metanoia

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I wake up to three girls curled up on every side of me. One of which is not human, but a cat.

The other two seem to be in the same position as each other, curled up into little protective balls.

All three drooling on me.

It took me a long time to fall asleep last night. I had to sit here and wait for Rosie to fall asleep but even then I couldn't fall asleep.

Before I could, Sophia's nightly torture began. I wasted no time to get out of bed and take her over to the one with Rosie and me.

I put Sophia on the opposite side of Rosie, using myself as a wall between them. Sophia was worried about hurting Rosie, so I made sure there was no chance of it.

Since Sophia moved, Clementine decided it was time for her to move too. At first, she was happy at the foot of the bed. Then it wasn't good enough for her.

She climbed all the way up the bed, stepped on my face, and decided to plop her body right above my head. More than half of her body is on my head, actually.

Sophia's drooling on my shirt, Rosie's drooling on my arm that she uses as a pillow, and I can feel Clementine's drool in my hair and a little on my forehead.

Who knew cats could drool so much?

Sophia grumbles, so I quickly look down at her. I try not to move too much, knowing one wrong one will result in certain death. Or, you know, a screaming baby. But it's basically the same thing.

Sophia huffs like she's angry and squints her eyes open. "What're you looking at?" She scowls, grumbling quietly to herself.

"The drool flooding out of your mouth."

Sophia sits up and frowns, slowly wiping the corner of her mouth. I smile at her, uncaring. It just means she was comfortable with me and was sleeping well.

"Hungry, pretty girl?" I ask her. "Once the other one wakes up I can get us some doughnuts." I offer on a quiet hum.

Sophia drops back down back where she was and rests her hand on my chest, looking over at Rosie on the other side of me. "That's cute," She murmurs, not answering my question.

"Hm?" I coax her to answer instead of acknowledging it.

Sophia looks up at me and frowns. "Say it." She demands. "You have to admit, she's cute."

"Hungry?"

"Grey," Sophia whines, balling up a fistful of my shirt as she tries to scoot higher up.

"Hush, Sophia." I order. "You're going to wake the dog whistle up."

Sophia snorts at that. "Her cries aren't that high pitch." She argues. I give her a look, telling her to be honest. She rolls her eyes at me.

"Hungry, Soph?" I ask her again.

"Not yet." Sophia mutters. "I think she's drooling on you." She adds on a hum.

"Clementine too."

Sophia snorts and finally seems to notice Clementine who is literally laying on my head. "Cute," She decides, laughing quietly to herself.

Sophia moves around a bit to reach up and slide Clementine off my head to settle her down into the small gap between us. She uses my arm as a pillow, I start to feel pins and needles in both arms.

I smile at her. "Soph," I hum. "I did you a big favor by letting you drool on me all night." I point out, quiet and hopeful.

She doesn't always go for it when I tell her I did her a favor. Mostly because the favors I bring up are pretty much bogus.