Chapter 2
The sun was out which means I should still be asleep yet this world can be a cruel place.
And due to unfortunate circumstances, like Philip liking my face at 5:34 AM I am up.
I'm up and all I can feel is the pounding of my brain, banging like a basketball inside my head.
All I can see is my dream only hours prior.
It wasn't odd of me to have nightmares but this is one I remember with a startling sense of clarity.
The universe, alive within the bounds of sight and further yet, stars and worlds light years away, past, present, and future all a mist of technicality, and the stars shown and felt akin... no.... unexplainably like home.
A bond that tethered me to the infinite cosmos, a bond that felt like home.
Home...
But before I could remember anything of importance, the clarity began to fade and the more I clawed at the answer the more it slipped from my grasp.
"Good morning you asshole cat," I said with a glare.
"Rauw,"
"Yeah yeah, I should have named you Pig,"
"Rauw!"
I sighed and looked down, Philip looked oddly insistent today, and I was hungrier than usual than usual anyway.
Philip didn't eat his food.
I never ate before him.
You can see why this might be an issue.
"Philip Cheeseburger Jones the IV if you do not eat your food - ahg," I groaned as my headache rang again as if it needed to remind me.
"Rawu?" I stuck a hand to my forehead as I unconsciously trailed to the toilet, the pitter patter of claws trailing behind me.
The throw up was disgusting, smelt worse then the dumpsters I used to lurk in and looked like regret.
I had a vision of the alert from last night and begged to a God I didn't believe in.
I begged for a miracle.
Yet I got no reply.
(But a reply wouldn't compare to the world I was about to enter, no words could soothe me for what would happen)
(Perhaps the Stars heard my call)
(Perhaps the universe was just as lonely as I)