“Feels like a fever dream,” she said. I voiced my little “Umm hmm.” Didn’t give it a thought that day. Then when I woke up the next morning, I looked around me—she’s asleep. Some light is coming from the complex double-layered window. I’m in Florence, and it’s 2024. I go towards that window and light…
“These stairs look… daunting,” I finished her thought. She was in unbelief that I used that word. I love walking with her. Getting used to a slower pace was challenging, but I adapted. Sometimes, I slip up and walk faster, but she rightfully tells me to slow down. When she’s with me, my precious little…
“You’re my puppy,” she said. “Yes, I am,” I thought. She engages in playful banter, tenderly calling me her “puppy” with a smile. Much like a devoted owner, she showers me with attention, gives gentle pats on the head, and at times treats (kisses, of course) when I obediently come running towards her signals. It’s…
“Let’s attach the sofas,” she said. “You can’t be serious,” I chuckled. She was serious indeed. She even showed me how she’d connect them, making shapes with her tiny little fingers. I loved her so much in that moment. So I gave it a thought, let’s try for one night. I could tell it was…
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