Room 515, Saturday Morning

Florida rarely slept late. Especially without the comforting feel of Tope and Vado sleeping by her feet. Shame she couldn't have brought the cats with her.

So she rose, dressed in a t-shirt that was too big for her, shorts and sandals, and cautiously poked her head out the door. Her pointed ears stuck out through the dandelion fluff of white hair.

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