#bb 2021

@mercurial-madhouse tagged me to do this—thank you! But ughhhhh I struggled to get less than 500 words today, but here’s 6 sentences that’ll probably get edited out of my bb fic:

Harry yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sits up, and nudges Winnie’s side with his toes, then crawls to the bottom of the bed to check the thermometer that hangs off the tree branch just outside his bedroom window and see if there’s fresh snow on the ground. Winnie stretches and stands beside him, licking his ear, and their breath fogs the glass as he squints to read the temperature. Twenty-two degrees, but the only snow is what fell a few nights ago, so at least he doesn’t have to shovel his truck out.

In the kitchen, he feeds Winnie, and fills the kettle, flipping it on and leaving it to boil while Winnie eats her breakfast and he gets dressed. It’s warm inside—the furnace is big enough to heat a space twice the size of Harry’s little cabin—but he has things to do, and as much as he’d like to lay around naked all day, his chores won’t wait.

Thank you!

Dinner at Mitch and Sarah’s is equivalent to a night out, despite the fact that it’ll just be the three of them, plus Spud, Noodle, and Meatball.

👀

It feels like a betrayal, and after Harry climbs into bed, he pulls out his phone.