A calico cat walks up the wall - which I am currently clinging to - with swagger. The cat creeps closer and closer until my vision is a blur of white, orange, and grey fur; my ears throbbing with the sounds of a deep voice saying, "It's telepathy dude," and a familiar beeping. My eyes are filled with light as my eyelids creep open. The dawn light settles upon my room as feeling tingles back into my body. I sleepily swing my arm over to my bedside table and turn off my phone alarm. A ball of warmth and different shades of brown fluff is congregated on my chest, and I press my chin against my neck, trying to make out the shape. My eyes focus in on a creature which I have taking liberty of naming "Monty". I pick the cat up, nestling him into the crook of my elbow. With my free hand , I push my duvet and other cover off of my body, and stretch myself into a standing position.
"Mornin'."I yawn, whilst gazing at the clutter of books, clothes, and art supplys I call my room
