Just a segment of Lord Licorice because I love writing him
I feel like I’ve been stuck with a pin and deflated. The little screaming balloonish ghost follows me up the stairs and to my door. I can’t even think straight. My brain feels hot and fizzy.
The second I get into my room, I throw myself on the bed, letting the over-soft mattress absorb the tension from my aching everything. I can feel my heartbeat in every part of my body except for my chest - in my sore shoulders, and my face.
I’m alive….
Lord Licorice mews anxiously, and I raise my right arm to let him snuggle up next to me.
“What are you upset about?” I pout-scold as he nuzzles desperately, like he’s trying to breathe in my sweatshirt. I roll onto my back and hold him out, up above my head, his legs dangling like jellyfish tentacles from his fuzzy body, paws swiping vainly at my arms.
I mutter softly, trying to comfort the cat, though I know the words feel hollow in my ears.
“You don’t need to worry about me, okay?”
But animals are more perceptive than people ever are, and the second I set him down again he goes back to nuzzling.
I must smell like fear.
