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Home Sweet Home

You opened the door to your apartment with a click and were met with the sweet smell of maple and cinnamon. "Thank goodness, the air freshener I bought actually worked." You thought to yourself. You tossed your coat off, not bothering to hang it up properly at the moment, and walked over to your kitchen, sitting your belongings on the counter and flipping the kitchen light on. You smile to yourself, feeling better about the events that had happened today. Now that you were home, you were safe; for now...

Your thoughts were interrupted by something rubbing against your legs, and you glanced down, grinning, to see your cat, Chiffon. Your parents had gotten you him as a 'housewarming' gift, even though you weren't supposed to have animals. Oh well. At least you weren't lonely, and your landlord loved your cat, so she obviously didn't mind.

You picked the fur-baby up, rocking him slowly, while spouting pet-talk nonsense. He started kicking you in the chin with his legs, obviously showing that he was annoyed. "Gosh okay, okay. I'll put you down." You sat him down on the floor and walked over to the under-sink cabinet, grabbing some cat mix and pouring it into his bowl. He meowed thankfully and ate his food. You walked over to the kitchen window and propped it open. The nice 'fall' scent coming over you. Autumn is the best.

You grabbed one of your books from the counter and trotted over to the living room, practically falling onto the couch. Who knew putting books up for a day could be so exhausting? Speaking of books, you opened yours and continued where you last were, getting immersed into the world of Stephen King. As you sat down, Chiffon had trotted up beside you to swish his tail in your face, all the while trying to squeeze his head underneath your freehand. You chuckled at Chiffon's face, as it had gotten stretched underneath the weight of your hand.

After a few minutes of reading, you could feel Chiffon's purring die down as he passed out- his face still in the stretched position. Cats can fall asleep in the weirdest places. You chuckled at your thought and tossed the book to the coffee table quietly. You then decided to take a nap too, since you were still exhausted from running around earlier. As you propped your feet against the armrest on the other side, you tried to pull Chiffon onto your chest, but he squirmed and yowled in protest. "Fine then." You scoffed, then turned yourself to face the open room as the warm smell of maple cinnamon enveloped you, and you fell into a deep sleep.