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But he’d slept in worse places and he likely wouldn’t sleep much tonight, anyway.
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Something smelled so bad!
Like garbage mixed with rotting cabbage.
And it made it hard to breathe. Especially since there was also something heavy on her chest.
Letting out a gasp, she opened her eyes and stared straight into Dougie’s face. He let out a quiet woof and that stench grew.
God.
So bad.
“Dougie,” she moaned. “Your breath reeks and you’re way too heavy to sleep on me.”
He must have climbed onto her chest some time in the night. It was surprising that he hadn’t woken her up.
Especially since his face was like three inches away from hers.
“You’re a nutter, you know that?”
He started wiggling his bottom and let out another excited woof.
“Seriously, you have a bed. This is my bed.”
Dougie wiggled his butt again. Dougie thought everything was great. That the entire world loved him. She wished she had that sort of optimism.
Slowly sitting up, she set him down next to her. Then she glanced at her phone.
Oh fuck!
She was late.
“Eek! We gotta get up! Why didn’t you guys wake me earlier?”
Dougie barked again and then there was a knock on the door.
She froze as she was climbing out of bed. Her heart started racing.
Matthieu! How had she forgotten Matthieu?
“Maya? Are you all right?” he called through the door.
“Yes,” she said.
“I heard barking.”
“That was just Dougie. He, um, needs to go out.”
She climbed fully out of bed and grabbed her robe, wrapping it around herself as she rushed to the door. As soon as she opened it, she saw him.
Shoot! She hadn’t thought he would be still there.
“I was just coming to check you were awake. You have a class at ten, right?”
“Yes! I slept in. I need to get the animals sorted and shower and then we have to go. And coffee, I need coffee.”
