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Sky had really been feeling the weather lately. She'd been stuck inside all week, and though she physically felt better, she was so tired and worn. The only thing that had helped her any was the visit from J'adore, which allowed her to use one of her hobbies in style, and the constant company of Shawchert, or so it seemed. Speaking of which...
Sky was asleep, yes, but she was in that half-way stage, where she could hear and smell, but not quite comprehend anything. It was the sudden warmth beside her, though faint, and the tiny peck to her cheek that roused her enough to hear the words that followed, voice instantly belonging to Shawchert. She'd become so used to him being there now that if in the mornings, she woke, and he was gone, she'd worry to the point of a panick attack, not that she'd ever admit it.
Sky made a tiny noise of protest at being woken, snuggling tighter under the blanket with a frown and a whine. Something was muttered incoherently, and then she sighed as the wolfdog once again attempted sleep. The world outside the blankets was a cold one, and not worth her precious time. She damned the man trying to wake her, dead set on getting at least five more minutes in before she'd have to do chores, and move about the house. No doubt that plan would backfire, but it was worth the try, at least in her mind it was. Blah. Wakefullness was for the weak! Sleep!
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