my solution - huskerdust slowburn

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I woke up and suddenly felt overwhelmed by an immense light sorrounding me.
I rubbed my eyes and started looking around to find out where I was, because it definitely wasn't my bedroom.
My pupils dilated at that beautiful sight.
I was practically buried in diamonds, golden, pearls, and all kinds of jewellery, whose brightness basically blinded me, forcing me to cover my eyes.

Once I sat up, I discovered that I was also sitting on a pile of gold...that's why my ass hurt so bad.

But who cares?! I was literally laying in an infinite gallery full of precious objects, I was a milionarie now, or maybe something even better!
I was so wealthy that I couldn't even name the type of rich that I had become!
Maybe, with all that money I could've finally bought my happiness, and I wouldn't need to gamble anymore and lose my life in an endless cycle of stupid games.
I could finally get my dream job, or maybe I didn't even need one now!
I could pay to break the deal with Alastor and do so many things, I could even find-

"Rise and shine, my friend!"

My eyes opened wide as I heard a series of knocks at my door, along with the last voice that I wanted to hear first thing in the morning calling my name repeatedly.
At first, I stared for a few moments at an unspecified point, to process what was going on. As I noticed the drop of sweat falling from my forehead to the floor, I understood that what I had just witnessed was only a dream, and that now I was back into my real life, which had remained the same exact nightmare.

"Don't make me beg, sleepyhead! Everyone is already awake, only you are missing!"

At that statement, my eyes fixed on the digital clock sitting on the bedside table in front of me.
Maybe I had actually overslept and that shithead was right for once.
I squinted my eyes so that I could see the time better.

Nope, it still said 7 AM.

I groaned and rolled over while pulling my face with my hands.
I highly doubted that Alastor was telling the truth by saying that everyone was up so early.
It was just an excuse to bother the fuck out of me, and if that was his actual goal, then good for him because he did it excellently.

"I'm still not hearing footsteps!"

Continued to insist the radio demon, making me completely lose every single ounce of patience left in my body.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR THIS WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU'RE GONNA HEAR!"

I yelled at him, but my shout was more amusing to him than anything.

That annoyed me even more, I hated not being taken seriously.
Maybe he had forgotten that I own these sweet pairs of claws and, if I wanted to, I could easily gouge his eyes out.
Luckily enough, I'm not that sadistic (I couldn't say the same thing about him).

My shouting served its purpose, as I soon heard the stupid clicking sound of his tiny heels walking away from my room.
I sighed and reclutantly stood up to face a new day, which already had begun horribly.

I stretched my arms and my wings until I heard a satisfying crack noise, and scratched an itchy spot on my back. I looked into the mirror on top of the dresser as I did so.

My fur was all messy, my feathers were ruffled, one eyebrow looked longer than the other, and I had an ugly ass wrinkle near my mouth.

Wow, I looked just like a grandpa.

Disgusted at my own image, I immediately walked into the bathroom and went to take a shower, mainly to get all the sweat off.

Funny thing about me is that, even though I'm a cat, and I hate bathing in the sea or at the pool, I still enjoy showers, like when I was alive.