At Wick's End - Tim Myers [76]
I still probably had time for that last bowl of ice cream before I went to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I bolted upright in bed in pitch darkness, having barely survived a dream where I was attacked by a giant feather duster that was trying to choke me.
Esme barely stirred on the pillow beside me as her tail flopped lazily toward where my face had just been.
It was going to take some time getting used to sleeping with a cat in my bed, and I wondered when Heather would come back for her charge.
I worried about my new friend, but there was nothing I could do for her at the moment.
And in a few hours, I was going to have to get up and prepare for another assault by Mrs. Jorgenson.
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At Wick's End (Book 1 in the Candlemaking Mysteries)