Nitocris was feeling agitated.
No, that was not it. Sad? No. Upset? No.
What was this feeling?
Well, he definitely was feeling agitated, over the fact that he didn't know what he was feeling.
It began when Kyle went for his promotional tour. His little puppy followed and he was fine. He was. Really! After all, it's not like he had been seeing his little puppy every night. Well, okay, he did, ever since that night.
Maybe it's the fact that the bed and the pajamas his little puppy had used didn't have his smell anymore. Nitocris had taken the pajamas from the laundry basket and it had not been washed yet. He was very, very reluctant to do so, even now.
Nitocris found that since that night, he could sleep very well. Even though his hands felt really empty, it was not so bad. Using the same pillow that his little puppy had used, holding onto the pajamas that he had worn, gave him a feeling as if his little puppy was still there.*
