WIFE I MISS YOU
The first thing she noticed upon rising from her resting place, arms straight out in a cartoonish recreation of Frankenstein's creature coming back to life, was that her head felt heavy. She supposed that was to be expected after sleeping for a little over three years straight. A hand stiffly came up to touch her hair, gave a curious pat around, found a cobweb, and promptly shoved it in her mouth. She needed the protein. If Renfield could eat bugs, why couldn't she eat their abandoned homes?
Her neck craned to the side to inspect the dark, dusty room she'd inhabited for so long now. To the right of her bed was Violet's towering form which prompted her to lay back down so she could roll her body with some difficulty over to the edge. The goal was to get closer, but she didn't stop herself in time to not fall at Violet's feet. The new vantage point wasn't ideal, but she was able to admire the seemingly never-ending length of Violet's legs, to which she gave a crooked little smile, lifted her arms back up, and made grabby hands.
"Don't gotta miss me. I live," she croaks out. She doesn't even bother to clear her throat before continuing in that... unfortunate voice. "Gimme kiss."
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