Sunday, December 11
I was moping around earlier today, and, I don't know, something happened.
Classical music started to play from somewhere in the house. I think it came from my bedroom, but I wasn't exactly sure, and I didn't have time to check it out, because Pumpkin showed up and started twirling around me, wrapping their legs around mine. I didn't know what to do, so I just held onto them and pulled them in close, and... we just sorta started to dance along to the classical music that I was hearing.
And now, I'm still crying and feeling depressed, but at least I felt a bit better. Pumpkin's sitting by me, their head hidden in my lap, purring—trying to fall asleep, no doubt. I poke at their back, but they don't do anything.
"I love you, Pumpkin roll," I murmur as I scratch behind their ears.
Word Count: 146.
(OOC: Odd question, but would anyone read my
NaNoWriMo novel if I post it on here? It's Ryden. :3)