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It was a particularly windy winter evening with snow falling from seemingly every direction. The streets were covered in thick layers of white and frost formed on the branches of the leafless trees. Lillian closed the front door behind her, the warmth of the flat being a welcome change after the biting cold of the outside world.
She absently combed the snowflakes from her tangled hair, and headed straight to her room, paying little attention to Mr Kitteh, who being the second laziest member of the household showed no interest whatsoever in his owner's return, and continued his never-ending beauty-sleep on the sofa. Lillian's only thoughts moved around getting out of her wet coat, getting under the warm blankets and instantly falling asleep.
"Home, finally. Oh cosy little bed of mine, how I longed to be in your loving embrace. What sweet dreams await me? What "
"You're supposed to cover my eyes, Roomie, not my boobs."