Prompts = Daisies, Pancakes, Pillows
Breakfast in bed. That’s what these old bones need right now.
The hospital place doesn’t have the creature comforts I wish to be accustomed to: comfy pillows (the cat thinks they’re his, but he’s mistaken), pets when I want them, and as many pancakes as I can eat.
And it always smells weird in there. Why can’t it have proper smells?
But I’m home now. The food is in the other room but with the proper whimpering I can get it much closer. Then I’ll take stroll through the flower beds, dig up the daisies.
These old bones’ll like that.
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