Saturday morning I wake up to a vibrating buzz that is approximately ten times louder than what my phone has ever managed to achieve, and it’s strong enough that my entire bed seems to be shaking as well. I reach for my phone as I rub my eyes blearily, but it’s quite, no missed calls or texts or ringing alarms. Instead, I finally notice that it’s absolutely sweltering in my room and I’m laying a pool of my own sweat because there’s a very happy space heater pressed up against my left side underneath the blankets. I peel up the edge of my comforter and am greeted by a pair of slitted lavender eyes that look far too lively for me at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. I glare at him.
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