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"Bedtime Stories" by aethelar
There are many things I love about my life in Neopia. I love the adventure, the huge variety of lands. I love the food - it makes everything back home seem uninspired, you know? I love that there's magic everywhere, that there are faeries and magic potions and the odd book of spells lurking behind the door. Most of all though, I love my pets, the two bundles of fluff that keep life interesting and give me reason to smile each day. I reminded myself of this at one o'clock in the morning. I love my pets. I do. "Muuuuum!" Bannok wailed, jolting me awake. I scrabbled frantically at the bed to stop myself falling out and blinked at the darkness. The sound of hiccoughing sobs came from down the corridor, and my heart fell. "Mum!" "I'm coming!" I yelled back. I grabbed a dressing gown from the back of the door on my way out and tried to put it on without getting my arms too badly tangled in the sleeves. It took me three tries. I don't function well when I first wake up, not without at least two coffees to start the day. The sobs were getting louder, and there were two of them crying now - Samitan must be awake as well. Sure enough, when I stumbled into their bedroom they were both there, sitting on top of their quilts and glaring daggers at each other.

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