On the edge of saying fuck this shit! And going in to get that glass of wine and finding the next to watch on Netflix
She felt something. It was strange and weird Yet warm and comforting
The feeling started at her core and radiated out Consuming every fiber
Things did not stop there
In this state of warmth and bliss She knew she was not alone.
Mr. Dragon was there She knew he was! Had to be.
She looked all around But she was alone on the deck
Not even the neighbors cat That is always pestering Her for milk, or food, or whatever Was off somewhere else.
Yet She Knew She Was Not Alone