I woke up when light hit my face. I had forgotten to close the curtain. If it wasn’t for the dazzling light then I could have seen rest of the dream.

Who the fuck cared? It was just a stupid dream.

Then I walked out of the bed. I heard the silly cat mewing with other of them. Now I wanted no more cats inside accompanying me. I chased them but I wasn’t fast enough to catch anyone of them. The orange one and the other one resembling to Garfield (as expected) were not very fast but they climbed where I had no chance to get in.

For a while I had forgotten there were more significant things to think of than some fancy looking cats. Cats were going to leave anyways because no more rats were in there.

I dressed up and ran for the church. I spent most of the day in there by asking for forgiveness. I didn’t know if I had gone to a right place or wrong place for it.

Stolen novel; please report.

But one thing was for sure. I had gone to the place which I felt was a right place.

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Returning from there took a long time. I was surprised to see presence of few people there. We had shared some words there about the massacre. And none of them had come to conclusion about whom to blame. Still I was unsure if I had triggered this nasty manslaughter or it was Dormer. Dormer could have done what Satan said and all this could have been an entirely different situation.

It was five in the evening when I realized I had home be in. I had stayed my house for an hour when the doorbell rang. I was still in the lobby, which was almost my bedroom from now, so it took me not much time to open the door and check who the visitor was.