(essay)

Dedicated to all cat-lovers and students (:

The room was flooded with sunlight, which burst into here together with birdsong and the smell of autumn leaves. Tiny specks of dust stuck in the morning sun, slowly swirling to the screeching sounds of Nick Cave’s song blaring from the old Marshall.

A police car passed by the window, the loud siren of which woke up the high-rise building residents. But not the owner of this room. The girl slept soundly, curled up in the soft fabric of the velvet sheets. Her breasts rose evenly, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting long shadows on the dark circles under her eyes, and her skin seemed almost white in the morning light. She was doomed. In her deep sleep, the Вeauty heard the voice of her boss: one day you will be so tired, you will drink a bottle of wine in the evening and you will definitely be late for work!

And only HE could save her from the angry tirade of the boss. Her tireless hero, who made his way through piles of university notes, books, and labyrinths of fluffy sheets. Her brave savior, whose desperate voice every morning returned the Beauty from the realm of Morpheus to reality.

And here it’s again. The eyelids fluttered, a slight smile appeared on the girl’s lips, and she opened her eyes.

She raised her head and thought how good it’s to have a constantly m-e-o-w-i-n-g hungry cat.