Classic Novel
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The morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, painting soft patterns of warmth on the bedroom walls. As the world began to wake up outside, I found myself nestled in the cozy embrace of my bed, stretching out luxuriously. The boys had left for work early, and for now, it was just me and Spade, the mischievous feline, still snoozing beside me.
I let out a contented sigh, my limbs feeling heavy and relaxed. The plush blankets cocooned me in comfort, and I relished the peaceful solitude of the moment. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of morning, a soothing symphony of distant birdsong and the soft rustling of leaves.
With a gentle yawn, I finally peeled myself away from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. The cool tiles underfoot sent a refreshing shiver up my spine as I turned on the shower, letting the water warm up. As the steam began to fill the room, I stepped under the soothing cascade, feeling the tension of sleep slowly washing away.
My morning routine unfolded with the familiar rhythm of brushing teeth, washing my face, and getting ready for the day ahead. As I dried off, I couldn’t help but glance toward the corner of the bathroom, where Spade’s small doggy bed was situated. And there he was, curled up in a ball, his tail flicking slightly in his dreams.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
I chuckled softly. With a towel draped over my shoulders, I padded over to the bed, careful not to wake him. I leaned down, whispering, “Spade, you’re the king of cross-species napping, aren’t you?”
Spade’s eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and peaceful. With a grin, I left him to his slumber and continued with my morning routine.
As I finished getting dressed, I couldn’t resist the thought of those endless cuddles waiting for me. I returned to the bedroom, where Spade had now shifted, stretching out in a sprawl. He blinked sleepily as he noticed me, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits of contentment.
“Morning, Your Majesty,” I greeted him playfully, kneeling down beside the bed.
Spade responded with a languid stretch, his tiny paws extending to their full length. I chuckled at the display of flexibility.
Carefully, I extended my hand toward him, offering my fingers for a gentle head bump. His velvety fur was warm to the touch, and the rumble of his barks filled the room like a comforting melody.
“You’re a bit of a bed hog, you know,” I teased, scratching behind his ears.
Spade merely closed his eyes in response, the epitome of relaxation. I sighed contentedly, losing myself in the simple joy of those quiet moments together. His soft barking became a soothing rhythm, and I found my heart syncing with its gentle beat.
Heading downstairs, I was followed by Spade’s excited tail wagging. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he followed me closely, his nails tapping gently on the hardwood floor. It was time to take care of his morning routine, a ritual that never failed to warm my heart.
As I approached the kitchen, Spade’s tail swayed with even more enthusiasm, his eagerness evident. I opened the pantry door and reached for his bag of kibble. The sound of kibble rattling in the bowl sent Spade into a small frenzy, his tail now wagging like a propeller.
“Alright, Spade, breakfast is served,” I announced, placing the bowl of kibble down for him.
Spade dove into his food with gusto, his tail still wagging intermittently between bites. I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiastic eating habits. “You’ve got quite the appetite this morning, buddy.”
As he chowed down, I knelt beside him, running my hand through his fur. “You know, Spade, you’re quite the lucky dog. Not every pup gets a gourmet breakfast like this.”
Spade paused, looking up at me with his large, soulful eyes, as if agreeing wholeheartedly with my statement. His tail gave a happy thump against the floor before he resumed his breakfast feast.
Once Spade had his fill, I reached for his water bowl, refilling it with fresh, cool water. The gurgling sound of the water filling the bowl was met with Spade’s intense scrutiny, his curiosity seemingly endless.
“Hydration is important, my furry friend,” I said, patting his head as he lapped up the water contentedly. “Now you’re all set for the day.”
With a satisfied pat on Spade’s back, I headed to the kitchen to prepare my own breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and I set about making a hearty morning meal. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a side of fresh fruit-the perfect start to the day.
As I sat down to enjoy my breakfast, Spade settled nearby, his belly full and his energy momentarily sated. I chuckled as I caught him giving me hopeful glances, his tail wagging lazily against the floor.
“Sorry, Spade, no human food for you today,” I said with a teasing smile. “You’ve already had a feast fit for a king.”
Just as I took a bite of my toast, a sudden wave of nausea swept over me. My fork hovered in mid-air, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. The pleasant morning suddenly took an unexpected turn, and before I knew it, I was sprinting up the stairs toward the bathroom.
Barely making it in time, I leaned over the toilet, my stomach heaving. The sound of retching filled the bathroom, and I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for the unpleasant sensation to pass quickly. Spade’s concerned whines echoed from downstairs, his presence a comforting reminder.
After what felt like an eternity, the episode subsided. I sat back on the bathroom floor, catching my breath, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Spade had followed me up, his tail now hanging low, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“Sorry, Spade,” I muttered, looking at him with a weak smile. “Seems like breakfast didn’t agree with me.”