The room was indeed stifling, and the small window unit was struggling to keep even this one corner of the house cool. Maya sighed, dropping her bags. The tension between them had been high since the move—they were still figuring out how to be "sisters"—but the heat was a powerful equalizer.
It’s been two hours. I have not slept.
I lay there, trapped in the most electric cage of my life, listening to her breathe. My body was screaming. My brain was static.
Here is an exploration of the "Sugary Kitty" Day 1 experience. Sugary Kitty: Navigating Day 1 of the Bed-Sharing Step-Life