The reunion
"If walls could talk, what in the world would they say?" Andrea sighed, gazing at the scorching flames growing in the wood-burning stove, and could not help but wonder what the walls would say after witnessing that unusual reunion. She wasn't particularly fond of get-togethers, and the scent of gift wrapping paper almost always made her feel nauseous and frail. Anastasia, looking like a snowball, lay in the cat tree curled up into a crescent with its head tucked in toward its chest and its lavish and furry tail swooping around its little body, looking cozy as can be. "Maybe they'd laugh at our giant act!" she exclaimed cynically but then slowly dozed off on the mahogany desk until she fell into a deep, dark sleep. After what felt like a lifetime, Andrea finally wakes up and starts scanning the room. She can't quite pinpoint what feels different about it this time, but something is off. The room looks darker and shadowy, and the scent of wrapping paper is more nuanced than usual. She puts her glasses back on and notices Anastasia is gone.
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