Happy Caturday everyone!
This week’s snippet is also from my untitled little story that I’ve stalled on yet again—apparently Joe and Kai aren’t as fond of deadlines as I am. Hopefully this will help, because if the problem lies where I’m starting to think it lies, well, I might as well just start singing right now.
This bit is just after last week’s; Joe’s all dried and dressed, but gets a surprise when he heads for his bed.
“Sit here, Joey.” He sat me down in my recliner and pushed the lever to raise my feet. “You need more support than that bed has to offer, this should do it.”
He filled in the space on my bad side with pillows, settled my bad arm on another couple of pillows, and then walked away. I was almost too busy reveling in how it felt to be comfortable to appreciate the view. Moments later he returned with my phone, water, and the good drugs, and put them on the table next to my good side. “Better?”
“I could kiss you right now.”
Thanks for reading!