Brooklyn - Taylor Swift

Part 27

As usual, I was up before Taylor this morning, my internal clock seemingly determined to wake me at the crack of dawn. But unlike our regular peaceful mornings together, today's wake-up call came with a surprise companion in bed. I opened my eyes to find Dibbles curled up at the foot of the bed, peacefully snoozing away. Seemingly unphased by my presence in the bed as she stays close to Taylor's side, not even glancing in my direction as I stir.

However, my focus was quickly diverted as I felt an unusual weight on my chest, one that didn't belong to Taylor, who had quickly gotten into the habit of using me as a human pillow while she slept.

My gaze shifted, and there she was – the grey cat, Meredith Grey herself – giving me the fiercest death glare I had ever seen on a feline face. It was a full-on kitty interrogation at six in the morning, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the situation's absurdity.

"Meredith, huh?" I muttered, trying not to wake Taylor, who was still sound asleep. "Not a fan of early risers, are you?" I whisper, trying not to freak out at seeing the cat so close to my face.

The cat's glare intensified, and I could almost hear her thoughts. 'Why on earth are you disturbing my human's sleep? Explain yourself, intruder!'

"Alright, alright," I said with a laugh, "I'll take the hint. You're in charge here; I get it." I continue, trying not to provoke the animal further. I already have stitches in my eyebrow, thanks to Cara. I think if anything else messes up my face, Lanie will kick my arse. I can just see all the headlines speculating on who I busted up my face now. No, thank you.

As I sat up, Dibbles stirred, stretching herself and letting out the tiniest meow of acknowledgement as she glanced in my direction. She was the complete opposite of her dramatic housemate, sweet and gentle, or at least that is what Taylor says. I couldn't help but smile at the contrasting personalities of the two cats; just glad this one wasn't openly planning on how to kill me.

Quietly slipping out of bed, I decided to let Taylor sleep a little longer and deal with Meredith's unimpressed mood later. I tiptoed my way to the kitchen, choosing to make myself some much-needed coffee, iced, of course. The soft morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the apartment, and I relished the peacefulness of the moment.

As the coffee brewed, I returned to the bedroom. Dibbles greeted me with a happy purr as she rubbed against my legs, making me jump slightly as I quickly stepped back to distance myself from the cat. "Well, someone's friendly this morning," I whispered.

I glanced over at Meredith, who was now perched regally on the windowsill, her gaze fixed on something outside. "Your majesty," I joked, playfully bowing, "I hope your kingdom brings you great joy today." I tease quietly as I slip on some shorts and a tank, already planning on going for a workout in a bit.

With coffee in hand and the cat's content, I made my way to the living room, sitting by the large window overlooking the bustling city below. The view was magnificent, and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of New York waking up. Don't get me wrong, I love Brooklyn, but Manhattan has its perks.

As I sipped my coffee, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, even with Meredith's earlier judgmental stare. The apartment felt like a safe haven, and despite the early hour, I was grateful for the chance to bask in its comforting embrace.

This morning's next challenge was deciding whether I should venture alone in New York or have Oscar accompany me everywhere. If I were at my place alone, I would go by myself. I mean, I did it all through the summer, and it usually went fine. But now I'm with Taylor, and something told me she wouldn't be too thrilled if I made that choice. She made it pretty clear while in London that I shouldn't be going out alone, but at the same time, I can't help but miss my independence.