The morning began with water procedures. More precisely - drooling.

Archie, like a clear sun, got up at an inadmissible early hour and decided that the cosmetics that I was too lazy to wash off at night did not suit me, and began to diligently correct the injustice.

“You’re better than any alarm clock,” I grumbled after ten minutes of futile attempts to turn away and snatch at least a piece of sleep. Even burrowing into the pillow did not help against the indefatigable lump.

Remembering that she left his bowl empty, and, most likely, the poor animal wants to eat, yawning, went to the kitchen.

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