She huffed her hair out her face. “Men.” She ponders in the room slightly. “I don’t want to just leave him here, that’s—” Her stomach let out a loud grumble. “Fuck, ok.” She heads for the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen, I guess.” She shrugs and smiles to herself.
He had rolled back on his back as he slept on in his own mind of dreaming. His body now place in a better position- that is sprawled out. His one hand rested above his head on the pillows the other on the mattress. His tail started to dance on the bed and rub against the sheet- like a dog sleep dreaming away.
She stops once again. "Or; I could catch up on my beauty sleep." She looks at the male over her shoulder. "Plus being in a bed with someone attractive isn't something I do often." She sighs again. "It's really difficult being me." She faces him again. "You have no idea." She decides against her stomach and crawls back into the bed.
