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Pink

4 years later.

- Stand up!

I turn around and lay my head in the crook of Damien's neck.

- Stand up!

I purr and pull the blanket over my head. I want to sleep me!

- DAD! MOM!

I sigh as I feel a small lump on me. Damien hugs me tighter and whispers:

- I think we're supposed to get up.

- I do not want.

- Me neither.

He does get up anyway, and I'm grateful to him