It’s the middle of the night, in the master bedroom [only bedroom] of a dingy, cramped excuse of an apartment.
The lioness is stalking her prey. And by prey, I mean her unsuspecting boyfriend. And by stalk, I mean she’s getting ready to scare the HoNkS out of him.
Marcel had woken up from yet another horrible dream. A dream filled with murderous visions. One where he was a psychopathic murderer and killed all of his friends; including his fuckin’ miraculous little kittycat girlfriend. Needless to say, these dreams scared the ever-loving fuck out of him. He decides to go to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and try to get a hold of himself. Remind himself that meeting with his psychiatrist is only two days from now. Remind himself that Leona was still here with him and safely curled up in their bed.
Leona is woken up by the absence of warmth by her side. Her ears perk at the sound of splashes and running water. She slips out of bed, tiptoeing ever so quietly to the bathroom. She waits for him just outside his line of sight. The water shuts off and she’s ready to pounce. The door opens fully. The dim light turned off. Marcel steps out. Leona pounces.
She tackles him to the ground, littering his face with kisses.
“aC does not want tC to be sad! She’s still here!”
He smiles sadly.
“tC wants aC to know he’s glad she’s still here and that he would never do anything to hurt her.”
She frowns. He’s been having those nightmares more and more frequently. Concern is natural. Fortunately, they never rear their ugly heads more than once a night.
“Marceeelll, let’s go back to bed. You have work to-meow-row and I have class. We need to be well-rested,” she paws at him.
He lays a kiss on her forehead, trying to tuck the gruesome visions into the very back of his mind where hopefully this time he’ll be able to forget.
“Yeah, okay, kittycat.”