Kitty 🐺

tap

tap.

kitty's pencil lightly hit the desk again.

tap.

and once more.

tap.

she's going to drive both of us crazy if she continues.

tap.

i look at her.

tap.

even with her back to me, i can see she's got a hand locked in her hair.

tap.

there's the scratching of a pencil on paper.

tap.

and then whatever was wrote is erased.

tap.

"kitty." i whisper.

tap.

"kitty." i repeat, a bit more stern.

tap.

"what." she mutters.

tap.

"come to bed." i say.

tap.

"no."

tap.

"now."

the pencil clatters to the desk.

i watch as kitty gets up from her desk chair and climbs into bed. i wrap my arms around her and pull her close. she buries her head in my chest and sighs.

"you can worry about that tomorrow, and not when it's nearly one in the morning." i laugh quietly, kissing the top of her head.

she doesn't respond.

we sit in silence, with me looking at the lamp she left on at her desk.

"corbyn?" she says after a long while.

"what?" i answer.

"thank you."

"you're welcome. stressing like that isn't good."

"i know."

"and that pencil tapping was about to make me go insane."

"sorry."

"no, it's okay."

silence came again. and it stayed.

kitty fell asleep. she was lightly snoring. i close my eyes, ready to go to bed as well.