Maybe I’m just not used to not having a job.
I blinked awake, grabbed my phone from the pillow next to me, and checked the time.
Still waking up at the same hour. No change there.
I pulled the blanket back up over myself, rolling around a bit, trying to drift off again.
Honestly, I feel like I actually miss working. I can’t even fall back asleep anymore.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up, stretching my arms wide.
I unlocked my phone and began clearing out the mountain of notifications that had stacked up overnight.
While scrolling, my eyes landed on a post from my favorite account.
I’d told Oliver before how much I liked this person’s writing.
[Furry Diary: Hey everyone. I’ve got big news. A publisher reached out—they liked my work and want to help me turn it int
