After a long day of working, Ccino typically likes to take a bath. Which was fairly easy because his living spaces were upstairs. got some clothes prepared before running the bath water. (You know how a bath works-) Once he finished up in the bathroom and put on his pajamas, he went to go check his cat's food bowl to make sure they didn't need any more food. To his surprise, they didn't. "Huh, they must've been sleeping or something." He thought to himself. He went to his living room and turned on some TV before noticing one of his cats approaching. It was the really fat one he had named "Felix" and it trotted over. He smiled and called for it, making it move a bit faster. It hopped onto his lap ready for the petting that would spread his shedding fur. Ccino cuddled the cat for a little while, drifting off to sleep without even realizing it. He hadn't even had dinner, not that he ate much anymore anyway. (Yes, I am making him depressed. Cry about it/j)
In his dream
Ccino ran, he ran as fast as he could. He didn't know what he was running from though. Before he knew it he was falling off the edge and into a pile of dirt. He looked up to see two paths. Lifting himself pretty weakly, he managed to get up. He made his way over to inspect the two paths more closely. One path consisted of some dead trees with hardly any blossoms growing because most were dying and shriveling up. Everything in this path looks so lifeless and dim. But, then he saw his cats all along the path. The second one consisted of a drop-off cliff and a sign reading "Freedom below". Next to that sign was a cat he had that died from an illness. He loved that cat so dearly. He looked between the two paths knowing that he must choose one but got overwhelmed, not knowing which one to choose.
Dream end
He was woken up by the abrupt sound of his alarm clock on his phone. He looked around seeing that he was still in the living room and that the TV had been turned off(sleep timer-). The cats were all anywhere but the living room. Ccino sighed, feeling his chest get slightly heavier as he looked around the dark room. He got up to get dressed in his uniform and went downstairs to make a batch of each of his sweet treats. While baking some muffins he accidentally burnt himself, retracting his hand instantly. "Ow-" He scrutinized the red mark on his hand. A wave of dark thoughts washed over him. This felt like it had just filled the dark pit forming inside of him. Usually, he was wary about burning himself. But now... He didn't want to be. He didn't even treat the burn in any way, he just resumed making the treats.
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