It was a dank and dreary morning. She sat drinking her coffee staring out her
living room window. Rain plopped heavily
off the patio roof. Kit-kat jumped onto her lap. Of course the cat immediately curled up on
the novel she trying to read.
Susan smiled…well so much for finding out who the killer is,
she thought.
Somehow Kit-kat always
managed to brighten her day. She scratched her calico cat under her chin which
brought contented purring from deep within her furry companion. The sound somehow always managed to lull her
into her favorite comfort zone, she could feel herself relaxing.
Music would be nice, Susan thought, but that would take
effort I would have to get up. Instead
she reached for the red, orange and yellow crocheted afghan from across the
back of the sofa. She threw it across
her lap covering Kit-kat, then up around her own shoulders.
Her eyelids grew heavy, before long, she dozed off.
What a lovely way to spend a rain soaking Sunday morning.
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