Come and Get Some

Kazik woke with a pounding migraine, a sore back, and the inescapable knowledge that he had work to do today. The sunlight was coming in gray through his blinds. He dragged himself down the stairs into his kitchen, vision bleary, and tried to make himself tea. After a few shaky tries, cold hands closed around his and guided them through the motions. They were warmer than they used to be, but he still felt blessedly cool when Gisela pressed her palm against his cheek. “Good morning, Kazik.”ORA day in the life of Leśna Woda's favorite exorcist.