Kyra

I stir beneath my blanket, pushing myself upright as I rub the sleep from my eyes. Last night stretched endlessly, my head still clouded with the broken plotlines I spent hours trying to stitch back together. A warm weight leans against me, and I absently run my fingers through Riri’s fur before slipping out of bed, arms stretching high above me. A soft moan escapes as I inhale—only for the air to fill with the unmistakable sweetness of pancakes.