"Hey…
Hey!
Felicia…
Wake up!
It's time for training!"
I feel something poking me. A soft but persistent nudge against my side.
But my eyes… they're too heavy to open.
And my whole body?
It feels like jelly.
Like a soft, lazy puddle of catgirl goo that refuses to move.
I just want to lie here forever, wrapped up in the softness of this warm, comfy bed…
Actually… scratch that.
I want to become the bed.
Yeah. That's the dream.
If I were the bed, I could just stay still forever. No more training. No more schedules. No more anything.
Just eternal fluff and warmth....
But the poking doesn't stop....
Whatever, or whoever it is... it keeps trying to push me out of my sacred snoozy slumber.
And so, with great effort, I groggily crack one eye open, just a little.
The room is dim. Soft crimson light spills in through the curtains.
And in front of me, I see a familiar shape, the silhouette of a beautiful catgirl, her hair a little messy, her tail flicking lazily behind her.
