With the backs of my fingers, I start rubbing his arm. "You're almost there," I whisper, still counting only because I know the rhythm is soothing and helps until the very end. And, it's helping me.
Schrodinger, unable to keep hidden with her master in distress, climbs up onto the bed.
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Date: 2008-06-05 10:03 pm (UTC)Schrodinger, unable to keep hidden with her master in distress, climbs up onto the bed.