Excerpt from End of the Night:
Storm
Beep, Beep, Beep.
Storm groaned and rolled over, right into PacMan’s back. “PacMan, you bad boy.” She halfheartedly mumbled the reprimand and attempted to push his body to no avail. “Fine. Be that way.” Slapping the snooze button to silence the alarm, Storm draped an arm over her dog and snuggled into the short soft fur, relishing the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
Beep, Beep, Beep.
PacMan snorted and licked Storm’s face. “Alright,alright, I’m getting up. I don’t know why you’re so put out, you get to lay around in bed all day.” Pushing off the bed, Storm reached down and flipped the alarm to off before breaking into a yawning stretch that was highlighted with a serious of soft cracks and pops as her spine realigned. For a second, Storm swore she heard a baby crying. She laughed to herself and shrugged. Must be the neighbors. The apartment walls were paper thin after all.
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