Every night it's the same stupid game. Mark laughs at me because in his eyes it is hilarious. There's me, the girl who never gets upset about anything, and here I am losing sleep because of...
Kittens.
What the heck is wrong with me?
It's a picture of a kitten. He gives me the same lecture every day in lunch, his laughter just barely restrained. A picture of a kitten.
Every single night. At two A.M. On the dot. For weeks. Months.
God I'm going insane.
I can't sleep until I hear the ping. But after I look at the picture, I can't go to sleep. That smoky gray kitten is plastered before my closed lids. It is in my dreams. I'm having nightmares because of that kitten. It is killing me, slowly and painfully. The person sending those pictures must want me dead.
And I have no idea who it is.
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Pictures of Kittens
Short Story"Maybe it was all just your way of saying 'sorry'." One picture of a kitten, every day at 2 A.M. A hidden message, a clue, an encoded plea for help--or maybe an apology for what was to come Picture from: http://wallpaperstock.net/grumpy-gray-kitten...
