What the hell?! “Stop it!”
It doesn’t stop. The sound of claws ripping open my mattress jerks me awake. I’m never at my best when this is how I wake up; in fact, I’m probably at my worst. Izzie doesn’t know this about me yet but she’s about to find out.
We have an adjustable bed because some mornings I can’t stand up and The Viking has to help me. The bed has two twin size mattresses on individual bases so I can adjust my side. And it’s between these mattresses that Izzie is diligently shredding one or both. I shove my arm down there and swing it around wildly but she’s too fast.