by KatiKat
A strange creature is creeping around, shoulders hunched, arms
outstretched, steps heavy and swaying. It´s coming closer and closer, following
the scent right to me.
There…
It´s in sight, hands seeking blindly. "Coffee," it rasps.
I hand over the mug I was keeping hostage and smile. Yep, Duo is not a
morning person.
The End