YuzaHunter

Kiru felt as if he had been out for years. Maybe he had. The tedious, empty slumber must have lasted a lifetime. Passerby dreams infesting his mind like the incessant flood of pedestrians on a city street. This had not been sleep, not really. It was insomnia if nothing else; a restless purgatory in sleep’s guise. And yet, as Kiru sat up, limbs weak, he felt he was not done dreaming. A blue-grey British Shorthair perched in front of him, staring as patiently and intently as only a cat can. Kiru had a feeling he knew the animal from somewhere. “You’re up,” the cat appeared to insinuate. “I took the opportunity t

Kiru felt as if he had been out for years. Maybe he had. The tedious, empty slumber must have lasted a lifetime. Passerby dreams infesting his mind like the incessant flood of pedestrians on a city street. This had not been sleep, not really. It was insomnia if nothing else; a restless purgatory in sleep’s guise. And yet, as Kiru sat up, limbs weak, he felt he was not done dreaming. A blue-grey British Shorthair perched in front of him, staring as patiently and intently as only a cat can. Kiru had a feeling he knew the animal from somewhere. “You’re up,” the cat appeared to insinuate. “I took the opportunity t