3:17 by Nick Pirog

Author:Nick Pirog [Pirog, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Nick Pirog
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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It’s 3:57 a.m.

I wanted the last few minutes of my day alone, but the Three Amigos had other plans.

Murdock is taking up Ingrid’s entire side of the bed. His head is resting peacefully on the pillow, his nose half an inch from my ear. Rasmussen is literally nestled into my left armpit. Lassie is on my chest, resting his head on my sternum.

If I walked outside and slept in the middle of the street, all three of them would follow me and sleep right next to me on the cold asphalt. This almost makes me forget how crazy they drove me earlier; how I spent nearly every single one of my precious sixty minutes dealing with their nonsense.

Lassie walks forward and gazes down at me.

Maybe he can feel my frustration.

He licks my nose.

Then my eye.

Then my forehead.

“Okay, stop. I get it, you love me.”

He gives my face one more lick, then lies down, his face a centimeter from mine.

Meow.

“A code name? Why?”

Meow.

“For tomorrow?”

Meow.

“Fine, what do I care — you can have a code name.”

Meow.

“Justin Timberlake isn’t a code name. It’s a name, an actual name, of some guy you are in love with.”

Meow.

“Megatron? That’s kind of cool.”

Meow.

“Ghostface Killer? That’s a bit much.”

Meow.

“Clarence? That’s terrible.”

Meow.

“Blossom? Like the show?”

Meow.

“Just pick one, I’m gonna fall asleep any second.”

Meow.

“Pistol Pete? Naw.”

Meow.

“Fidel? Too soon bro, too soon.”

Meow.

“Catnado? I don’t get it.”

Meow.

“Dwayne Johnson’s Right Biceps? That’s a bit long.” I think for a moment, then say, “How about Bisquick?”

Meow.

“I don’t know. Pancakes just sound really good right—”

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