Again, waking up to that damn drip. The same sound that has been waking her all night for the past two weeks.
Furious, she gets up again looking for the source of the problem, already imagining that she wouldn't be successful. He watches her check all the taps, which were properly turned off. It hasn't rained for weeks either and even the plumber she called twice said have nothing wrong with the installation of the house.
After all, since when did your sleep become so sensitive? When she was still a child, not even the cries for help from the house next door woke her. She slept like an angel, hugging her favorite doll.
The clock says two-eleven in the morning, as usual. She can't take it anymore. The problem was so recurrent that Jorginho had already adapted his biological clock to receive his ration, meowing and rubbing himself against her legs.
She smiles, how could a kitten who was so mistreated before being rescued from the streets get so spoiled? Those prickly yellow eyes win over anyone.
He watches her drag the stool to reach a fresh package of feed on the topmost part of the closet while holding her purring kitten in one of her arms. Her face already demonstrates the lack of sanity of a watched mind.
The drip gets louder every night. No matter what room she's in, the sound doesn't seem to come from a specific place, but it always seems to be getting closer. He watches as she turns off the lights and goes back to bed, pulling the eiderdown to cover her feet. Not because she was cold, but out of an inexplicable instinct.
Without being able to fall asleep, all that's left is to look at the closet beside the bed, which never seems to close properly. After all, why do all closets have the same problem? There always needs to be a damn gap, right?
Of course, she knows there's nothing in there, so…where does this constant feeling of being watched come from? He watches her hug her cat, one of the ones he chose to accompany. She forces her eyes closed to sleep, trying to lie to herself that she doesn't know he's there.
She cries one more tear. She's so beautiful. The lights are off… She won't notice if he gets a little closer, will she? It's not like the door will close before it goes back to its gap…
She's so beautiful up close.