The Scratch

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The Scratch

A peaceful night can easily be disrupted... I check my alarm. 3:20 AM. Why did I wake up? I turn left and see Marzia, fast asleep. She's so beautiful this way, I really love her. Suddenly I hear the reason I woke up. Scratching. Scratching at the bedroom door. Annoyed, I get out of bed. Damn Edgar, the same every night. Can't sleep and misses me so much he has to get into the bed with us. I keep telling him he's not allowed and send him downstairs again, but he never learns. After walking around the bed, I freeze. Next to Marzia's bed, on a small pillow, all curled up and snoring... Edgar. Now I remember. There was an awful lot of thunder