Morningdark, the predawn by proxy approximation. Samantha made some truckers coffee. She'd had another God awfull, something about a vague cat. She scrolled to the video message from Tim on her contact computer.
"Shit, Sam. When will you realise we're omnipresent. Kings."
" When will you realise Dextromethorphan is for coughs?" she pandered simultaneous.
Fuck, you're in the glass house honeybee! But then again at least she knew she was in the glass house unlike Tim. What was she doing weighing the poisons? Choose your poison, mines greater than yours. Semantics. The bathroom sensor light was active. What the , must be the re occuring malfunction.
She sought to alleviate the ghetto light. Piece of shit. On her ninja stealth approach she caught the culprit. IT was the Bengal cub from her "dream" ! Shit it must have been reality in dream disguise, again.
"Now where's your manners? I'll buy you a golden bowl. Come! my ........
Cairo!" she laughed.
The indifferent Bengal yawned. Oh boy, this was gonna be a day of it the variables and adaptations! The random reality. Running became a freedom.
"Then again you'll probably still prefer the toilet even if I buy you a diamond encrusted platinum bowl. Aristocat be damned!"
Cairo, wandered to her welcoming hand.
The cub tried purloining a chunk of flesh!
"Baby, must be teething!" the bengal played paw pattycake with Samanthas outstreched hands.
" You envy the digits? Well I can't accomodate you there............."
Dawn broke, raped. God she hated the morn............
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