I suppose it seems soon to be moving in with Mikal, but after spending pretty much day and night, except for that time she'd spent away from us after Eugene pissed her off, together on that road trip it just made sense.
She was worried enough about me going back to living on my own anyway, and I certainly wasn't about to argue having her company 24/7. It's nice having someone around who understands everything I went through in that...world? Life? Whatever it was, after I killed myself.
I've tried connecting with suicide survivors, but it just wasn't the same. They still couldn't understand what it was like to actually be in that other place.
Mikal's, now our, place isn't big per se, but it's big enough.
There's a medium sized yard that's big enough for Luna, her...kee-shond? Kay-shond? I don't know, some fancy sounding dog breed, to run around and stretch her legs out in.
I wasn't particularly a dog person before, but the fact that her warming up to me so quickly brought a huge grin to Mikal's face was all the convincing I needed to become one.
Luna, in spite of her fancy shmancy sounding breed name, had been dumped in a high kill shelter some years back, and Mikal had rescued her just in time. She's sweet, but pretty shy to new people still...yet she had immediately warmed up to me almost as if we were old friends at which Mikal had marveled.
The back door, which leads to the back yard, is wood with a medium sized doggy door just below the glass window in the center.
The kitchen is just big enough to include a small bar, which Mikal and I eat breakfast at on mornings like today.
Mikal is standing in front of the stove, dishing out scrambled eggs and bacon onto the first plate and then to a second one, which is sitting next to a bigger plate with pancakes stacked atop it, when I come in and sneak up behind her to grab her around the waist.
"Zia!" she exclaims, as one of the pancakes she's serving herself escapes her grasp because of me and plummets to the floor.
"Oops!" I mutter as I quickly kiss her neck. "My bad"
"Very bad!" she reiterates, trying to stifle a giggle, as Luna comes trotting in to swoop in and scarf down the fallen pancake before she can grab it.
"Clean up on aisle 4!" I snicker, stroking my hand through Luna's black and brown medium cut fur.
"Terrible, both of you!" she teases, scruffing up Luna's and then my hair.
"I know, how do you put up with us?" I ask, making my way to grab the plate without a pancake on it. "This mine?"
"It was" Mikal giggles. "Now, I'm not so sure."
I take a bite of one of the bacon strips "I'll take that as a yes"
"Help yourself to what's left of the pancakes, I guess"
"Already did" I say, showing my plate with three pancakes on it.
She swats playfully at me as I turn around to sit at a middle barstool with my breakfast. "Thanks for breakfast."
"Don't mention it" she laughs, bringing her plate to sit next to me.
