Meow stretched lazily, went to the bathroom to take a shower, then pulled back the covers and lay down.
Meow slept very deeply, but not peacefully; the whole night she felt like someone was constantly watching her, yet she kept her eyes shut.
Later she had a dream, dreaming that someone pinned her to the bed and pressed their lips to hers.
She couldn't see that person clearly, but she knew perfectly well it was definitely not Winter.
Meow tried hard to struggle, and in the end she shoved that person away with force, then she herself woke up in fright.
Meow opened her eyes; it was already light outside.
She sat there in a daze for a while, touched her own forehead—covered in sweat, and so was her body, almost soaked through.
Meow let out a breath of relief, patted her own face, and muttered, "Actually having that kind of dream, seriously… must be because walking around shopping yesterday was too exhausting…"
