Under the velvety voice of a reader Stephen King in my phone , I slowly fall asleep. How intense the plot is with King, so lulling this monotonous voice. She jumped onto the bed and, barely touching the paws of the bed, walked silently to the head of the bed. She sat right on my head and purred, drowning out the speakers. It is impossible to drive her away. You push it back, push it, fold it (and even kick it mentally) - with manic persistence, it returns in a second. She wants to do only what she wants. And at the moment she does not want to leave. She seems to be saying with all her looks: you have to kill me in order to achieve your goal ...
Realizing that she will not leave the bed, I put her a smale pillow, a rag, to interest the toy. She interested. Slobbering toy. I take the pillow by the tip, gently tow it to the edge. Well, so that at least not in your ears purred.I fall asleep a little. But she is near again. I open my eyes, almost scream in horror - she sniffs me and looks at me point-blank. And no longer purrs. I didn’t tell you that her face is human?
