Raven
I feel Amora's insistent nudging as she dares to wake me up.
"Come on, Raven, we're going to miss the plane. It's nearly 1 and you still need to pack your bag!"
"Ugh, too early." I roll over, I didn't get much sleep through the night. I try my best to ignore the incessant grunting noises Amora makes as she tries to get me to rise. She pauses and my annoyance washes away. I believe that she's letting me sleep for a few seconds until I feel her cat claws dig into my shoulder.
'Ouch!!" I shoot up from my laying position and glare at her. Her eyes are sparkling as she smiles at me, bouncing up and down on my Queen sized bed. When we moved in together I insisted on taking the larger room, specifically for my lush mattress. Befitting a queen, so soft and warm and wonderful. I dare begin to lay down again and Amora simply will not have it, she flashes her claws at me, her smile turning into a glare.
"Ughh do I have to?" I plead with her silently to let me sleep just a few more minutes "Unless you want me to pack your bag then yes!! Yes, you do."
"You're Impossible cat woman, simply, impossible." I would try to fight her pulling but there's no point in going against her inhuman strength. "Okay, I'm up." I sigh out sadly, already feeling the chill of the room as the blanket falls off my shoulders, I drag my tired limbs out of bed and slowly walk across the room to my dresser, she already has my bag pulled up beside it. I begin examining my clothing
. "Uuugggghh." Amora protests, "You're so sloooww."
"And you, my darling, have had too much sugar today. Did you break into my bag of suckers again?"
Her ears lay flat against her head and she looks away from me. "Your suckers? I may have taken one…or- or two…or maybe like half of the bag or so, But it's fine! I replaced them!" I smile at her, it's nice to see how Amora can still be playful, even if it is only because she's yped up on sugar. For some people, it's cocaine, for others, alcohol. For Amora, her high comes from my blue raspberry suckers.
"Oh, honey. That's not good for you. When you're hyper, you become very…playful. and when you're playful, you don't know how to put your kitty claws away."
Amora gasps, "You're right!" she says with exasperation "Oh no! what do I do?" I walk up and pat Amora on the shoulder, how about you just avoid touching things?"
"Ooohh, that's a good idea." She says while nodding
. "Yes, it is." I turn back to my dresser and continue packing it. "Are you going to pack some of your toxins?" "Oh don't be silly we're going on vacation! Of course I'm bringing toxins. And this cute top" I say as I pull out a red crop top with bold black letters that say Obey. The short sleeve lay off the should and are sliced down at an angle to keep my movement from being restricted. I haven't worn this one in a while. I had alost forgot about it. I've been wearing too many dresses as of late. I toss the top, along with some fishnets and black leggings. One sparkly black slip, a purple crushed velvet v-necked dress, a few more crop tops and my boots into my open suitcase laying on the floor in front of my dresser.
"You're not even gonna fold them!?" Amora looks petrified at my lack of organization. Sometimes she reminds me of her mother, before Jasper died. I don't know how I can remember it so vividly, I don't know why I can remember everything so vividly, despite all the detail I can remember I still always feel like a piece is missing. Amora's mother was devastated when her husband died. I remember Amora's eighth birthday, I remember the horror on everyone's face as the feral baby tiger ripped through Jasper's chest, I remember watching her mother's face change from horrified and heartbroken to cold and unflinching. As if she had turned into stone. Before that day, her mother was kind and humble. She cared for cleanliness and organization, and she always wanted to make sure her family was the talk of the party, she wanted people to see how happy they were. It was terrible watching their happy family turn sour and cold. I think about the person Amora's mother once was, she reminds me so much of that strong confident woman. "sweetheart, what is the point in organizing when it's just going to get tossed around on the flight?" I go across the hall into the linen closet, where I keep all my toxins. I grab a few that I think will be helpful if we do in fact get kidnapped along with a few smoke bombs. Most would wonder how I'll get these past airport security but Amora knows better than to ask questions. She never likes the details of how I get out of sticky situations.
"Okay, I'm ready. How long does it take to get to this stupid airport anyway?"
"Like twenty minutes, but I figured we go out to lunch first, and then there's the bag processing and waiting in the line and all that boring stuff."
"Okay." I say with an unfamiliar confidence. "Then let's go."