Zachdavinci

Every single morning, Spot would wake up and wonder what he had done to deserve this. He would wake up to the sun's rays shining directly into his face through the grimy window. He would press his face into his pillow in a desperate attempt to keep the light from his eyes, but it would always fail. That would only cause him to roll over and face the other way. His room was not particularly large, but it was drafty enough to leave him shivering beneath his threadbare sheets. He would subconsciously drift towards the warmth lying next to him, pulling its body over towards him. Its back would rest on his chest, radiating warmth that brought a