Pet Peeve

Pet Peeve

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It began as a mild stirring, a rustle barely audible, the letting out of a gentle breath. The hypnotic rhythm gathered momentum turning into a rumbling, getting louder and louder. Finally the big ones came starting somewhere deep, complete with flaring nostrils and quaking mouth.
Exasperated, she picked her pillow and walked to the couch.
Day 3 at the Marathon Bloggers Drabble Week and that’s my ‘Pet Peeve’ in 55 words.
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