A vase of magnolias sit on her dining table.
She hasn’t had any breakable decorations in her home since she started fostering cats.
Paintings decorate her plater wall instead of the paw prints collection she keeps of the cats who have kept her company before finding their forever home. Her tiled floor holds no cat bowls. The air is empty of any cat yowls or the sound of things falling.
There is no need to look further. This isn’t her universe.
She twists her pendant to the next notch and closes her eyes as the world spins away.