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LINDEN

Every morning that I wake up and roll over to see her gorgeous blue eyes tracking me, is another morning where all I want, is to give her the world. 

I couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t sleep, and even though this isn’t a permanent solution, sleeping in the cell next to hers is the closest we could get as she adjusted. 

Each morning I leave her to go make breakfast, bringing it down so we can eat together as we always have, and each morning she ends up sitting backwards on my lap, lazily feeding from me while I eat all of her bacon. It's a fair trade, I think.

We’ve reached a new sense of normal between us, a casual nature to her new one that has her taking the blood she needs from me as she needs it, but something was different about her this