Just a cute little story, inspired by my cats. ... I stirred and stretched, lazily blinking awake. My tangled limbs had thrown the sheets halfway off the bed. Dora was curled up under the crook of my arm, her tail tucked under her chin, her whiskers tickling my cheek. “O-o-a-a-ah” she purred, extending her forked tongue to lick the tip of my nose. “Baby time. Sleep now. Sleep.” Those cold eyes stared languidly into mine. A sliver of sun peeking through the curtains shone across her face, making the skin look golden, like her namesake. She didn’t blink even though the sun was beaming right into her- Sunlight? I flipped around in bed, immediately awake. Dora grunted. The clock was dead. But the noisemaker was still on, so there was still power. I traced my hand down the cord until I found the end. Unplugged. “What.” I said. “I kill machine.” Dora said, curling back into place. “Now baby time forever.” “No, the clock isn’t what makes me leave! I have to work! Oh…” I hurried out of be...
