Gracy: Genuine Love, Gentle Sorrows

Welcomed Solitude, Adventures, and Misadventures

Stacy's POV

I woke up first to see him sound asleep on my chest holding onto me close like a vulnerable child, clueless. I caressed the side of his face that didn't lean on me, basking in his proximity. The sun shown through the large window in large streaks but they were light and not engulfing the whole room with unbearable luminance. I felt the sun pass over my eyelids as I drifted back to sleep contently.

Graser's POV

I slept, I slept until I could no longer sleep, my body told me I was no longer exhausted and forced me awake. I was a bit surprised when I realized I was all huddled up onto her, my head on her chest but I didn't really mind and this didn't have to be something to freak out about. Besides, I was comfortable and didn't want to remove my gaze from her entrancing countenance radiating from the morning sun.

 Bewitched I took pleasure in beholding her facial features up close, and as my vision cleared I saw how they all complimented one another. She then tilted her head slightly down to one side so that I could only capture part of her beauty. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, lied down on her no longer looking up at her, my head resting on the outline of her clothed breast savoring its softness, its cushioning. Eyes half opened and droopy I waited in silence. 

Stacy POV

I woke up to the feeling of being nudged and small movements. I felt him nuzzling my chest a few times and I looked down at him. His nudging was too subtle for me to tell if he was asleep or not but I felt to daring to deter myself from embarrassment if he didn't respond.

"How's the pillow?", I asked softly into his ear teasing him on the little predicament of him falling asleep on me. He looked up half-aware looking at me like he did something wrong but also appeared seemingly indifferent and lowered his head back down onto my chest feigning being half-asleep.

"Oh, I'm sorry... but I have to get up", I cooed with a sad smile and puckered my lips at him in a twit-like manner. He clung onto me as I moved and sat all of the way up. Hugging him in return I said "good morning, I missed you too" and pecked his cheek. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck breathing into it. I would have stayed like this longer but his breathing on me was bothering me and sort of tickled.

"Alright... seriously get off, I need to check the time", I whined.

I looked at the clock, "10:47", "My next video should be up in a few hours but I need to pre-record more of my solo series, sorry, Grase". I headed to my car to go to my office.

"Take care of my pets and just eat whatever you can find in the fridge, don't try to cook while I'm gone!", I yelled remembering a certain yesterday morning when I was yet asleep.

"I won't burn anything!", he yelled back as I went out to my car some distance away.

"I don't care! You can practice when I come back!", I retorted.

At the Cabin While Stacy's Gone

"Ugghh... whatever, I'd rather pet Molly and read through my Youtube comments section. And it's too early to cook anyway", I murmured to myself.

I then looked around the house a bit since I had really only been around the kitchen, the attic, and the living room. I looked upstairs and I saw bedframes and work in progress. I didn't find much besides a few cute dead mice, in the corner of the room, that one of the cats must have caught. Isn't mother nature just lovely? Hopefully, they'd get eaten before they rot and stink up the house.

On my way out I saw Milquetoat walking on the stair railing. Smiling I moved my hand through his sleek fur as I walked by. If Stacy saw him she'd be freaking out. Me being around cats since my childhood just about anything a cat does is normal to me. 

They just do their own thing, don't like to be bothered, seen as mysterious creatures who roam around without permission, without a care in the world, risk-taking weirdos who love to sleep, taciturn questionable creatures who are often misunderstood, like me. 

Downstairs I sat on the floor with the cats crawling over me and making their beds whatever they wanted. Milquetoast rested on my head-- or relentlessly tried to and readjusted himself every once in awhile-- while Pipsqueak made himself into a fluffy scarf. And like this, I looked through my Twitter and Youtube feed unbothered and at peace. When Stacy arrived she came to my "rescue" and tore the cats away from me. 

Stacy's POV

When I opened the door I saw Graser sitting on the floor being tackled by Milque and smothered by Pip's tail. He moved his head uncomfortably as Milque tried to get a grip on his hair and not fall. I took the cats off him but he pleaded I'd let them be.

"No! We were happy like that!", he pouted like a six-year-old.

"What?!", I replied astounded.

He let out a heavy sigh at me and spoke a few seconds later getting up while changing the subject.

"So, how was your recording session?"

"Fine?", I looked at him questioningly, "Why?", "just asking, that's all".

"What did you do while I was gone?!", I responded irked.

"Nothing much, I just looked around the house and played with your pets... scrolled through my Youtube feed... and then you returned.

"Hmm", I replied unconvinced.

"But I'm glad you're back!", he gave a sympathetic smile.

"I'm glad I'm back too", I said still glowering at him.

"So, when are we going sledding?", he inquired spontaneously.

"After we eat and walk the dogs. And I'll have to rent the sled".

"Alright", he replied simply.