When Curio first stormed in here to reclaim his bed and his space despite me still occupying it, I thought I’d go mad. I was on edge at first, waking up to him every morning and falling asleep with him in here every night. I threatened to move to another room regardless of the fact that they were empty, but for some reason, I never followed through with that threat. Instead, I anticipated his possible ulterior motives and watched my back carefully, but nothing ever happened. Nothing bad ever happens with any of them.
