Sylvan Cheney let her indulge in sleep for another half-hour, as long as she was asleep, he kept her company.
Jasmine Yale's black hair fell on her fair shoulders, and he swallowed hard, the depths of his eyes holding a profound luminescence.
Jasmine Yale had another dream, dreaming about her cat, Sweet Kitty.
When she found Sweet Kitty and brought it home, it was a day of wild winds, and she hurried along the road, fearing the onset of a thunderstorm.
That's how she came across Sweet Kitty.
The little one was hiding in the bushes, having just been born not long ago, barely able to meow, with its eyes still half closed.
Perhaps because it was hungry, the little one lay motionless.
Jasmine took it home, bought cat food for it, got shots for it, cared for it when it was ill.
After some time, the little creature began to bounce around energetically, following her everywhere.
She was grateful she picked it up, for since then, she was never lonely again.
