Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Window Weather
Katherine Nicolai
The brothers had nosed through my collection, and so I had named them Dolomite, Feldspar, and Steve. Listen, it makes sense if you know them. Steve meowed from the post, clearly enjoying his new piece of furniture. And I smiled at them as I finished putting everything away. Steam was rising from the pot on the stove, and I could smell the cinnamon I'd dropped in.
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