Sixty-Seven

Sally's POV

He sat back down in front of me, lying on his stomach, head on his paws. What am I doing? I think. I should hate him, but lately, I feel like I can love everything about him, even the bad things.

I looked at him sadly and sighed again. "I don't know what to do with you anymore. One second, you're nice, and the next second, you're meaner than an old lady. What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why are you confusing me?" I whispered that last bit.

He looked even sadder when I talked about it. What's going on with him? I wish I could have this kind of conversation with him in person, but every time I want to, I'm ready to punch him in the face or I leave first.

My eyes slowly became drooping and tired. Lately, I've been restless and stressed, and I haven't been sleeping well at all. I'm not sure why, but maybe because everything that was going on around me, especially the tea, before and after the effect wasn't a great recovery journey. And apparently, I get easily irrit