Pets

I am but a pet to her.

But she loves me, I know that much. She misses me when I’m dancing far from home. I know, because she’s curled up on my futon when I return home at night. She feels comfortable enough to cry in front of me, which is no small feat for her.

Now she’s sleeping on me, because she’s tired and needs someone to be there and since I’m the pet, I’d do it unconditionally.

I’d do it in a heart beat, even if she didn’t ask.

My mistress has been sick lately. I’ve heard the coughing, I’ve seen the blood. She probably thought that she was pregnant.

Truth be told, I did too. I could see the pure fear in her eyes, fear of dependency, commitment. Hasumi-sempai is just a fling, because she’s too smart, too strong, and she’s mine.

And both Sumire-chan and I know it.