I fall out of bed, not waking until I've made contact with the carpeted floor.
My eyes shoot open but surprisingly I don't feel a thing, probably the kind of blood I get from my dad...or maybe the fact that I've grown used to physical pain, what with growing up in the country and all. I have a high pain tolerance but afraid of needles, long story.
My kitty pounces on my stomach, I flinch, she purrs and rubs her head on mine.
"Hungry?" I ask, a scratching her between the ears. "What a suck up." I tease, sitting up, she jumps off, her collar jingling.
I look for my phone, grasping it and reading the text from Harry that has a smile playing on my lips by the end of the message.
From: My Harry❤
Good morning beautiful
I stand up and put my music on, grabbing a towel and taking a shower.
Afterwards I only throw on some panties and a shirt, I'm not expecting company.
I feed the cat then myself and its just a lazy day...
