such great heights / phillip x lydia
The sun shone thought her sheer bedroom curtains. Lydia could feel the summer humidity leak through her drafty window. Courage, her pup, was soring on her pile of dirty laundry while Catsanova was snoozing on his cat tree, curled up into a chocolate kitty bonbon purring away. The cherry-red numbers on her alarm clock read 8:10 AM. Her thumping headache reminded her of last night. A quick cuppa of hot coffee, a cool shower + a scone would fix her right up.
“Courage, did you eat my boots?” Lydia asked her pup from under the sofa. He didn’t answer, just munched on his breakfast with little woofs. She muttered something again before she found them behind the closet door. She slung her pack onto her back stuffed with her tin water bottle and a sack lunch. “Come on baby. Finish up, I wanna hit the trails before the tourists jam all the good paths.” She leashed up her pup + headed towards the tea & coffee shop.
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