Not losing my mind.

Aimee's P.O.V

I blinked my eyes open, feeling a sharp tug on my scalp. I reached for the source of the pain, expecting to find a tangled knot of hair, or a loose thread from my pillow. Instead, I felt something warm and flurry. A pup? No wait, that pup? I lifted my head and saw the adorable little monster holding a clump of my hair in its mouth.

It looked at me with wide, alarmed eyes, then dropped the hair and ran away, leaving a trail of saliva and strands behind it.

I sat up, confused and startled. Where does it come from? How did it get into my room a second time? With everything that had been happening, I didn’t feel safe any longer.

I looked around and saw the window open, letting in the morning breeze. Maybe it climbed up from outside when I saw sleeping?

I sucked in a deep breath and shrug into a robe. It was probably nothing and I was overreacting. As I cleaned up in the bathroom, the events of the previous day played in my head. From the conversation I had with Ella’s sou