Poma

Part 1: Poma’s Welcome Home

It was a long day, I sighed as I fumbled with the keys. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. First the bus did not arrive on time so my boss yelled at me for being late, then when break came I realized I had rushed out and forgotten my lunch so I had to survive on a chocolate bar from the vending machine. Then just as it was time to leave, all the system went down, and even though I was already there later than scheduled it fell on me to help get everything back up. I barely caught the last train, it was a miracle I even made it home and did not have to stay over at an internet cafe or something. 

I sighed as I turned the lock, but just as the latch clicked the door burst open, Poma tackling me to the ground. She pinned me down and began licking my face, her sharp barbed tongue scraping off flakes of skin. “Wha- What are you doing up this late!?” I stammered, surprised, trying to push up.

“How could I sleep without you?” Poma said, leaning down pressing her weight against me, Her long golden hair draped over her shoulders. As she pulled her face up and stopped her assault on my face,  The signs that she had been crying still lingered on her face. “I thought you might have left me.”

“I- I could never,” I said, diverting my eyes shyly and blushing profusely. “Please Poma,” I said, attempting to move from under her.

“Really!” she said excitedly I could feel her tail wagging, brushing against my legs. She leaned down and placed a peck on my cheek.” Maybe I over reacted a bit,” she said giggling slightly as she shyly brushed some hair out of her face, “But you should call me when you’re late!”

“I will, I will,” I said, “I’m really sorry.”

“Good,” Poma pouted, crossing her arms, “I was really worried.”

 I sit up and wrap my arms around her, “Poma, I love you, I’m never going to leave.” I felt her meld into me resting her head on my shoulder. “Um… Poma, maybe we should get out of the hallway.”

Poma pulled back blushing profusely, “I’m so sorry,” She said, scrambling to her feet. I laughed as I followed her up, getting my feet under me once more. Before I could completely get my bearings again she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, closing the door behind us, “I know it’s late,” she whispered, flashing a smile, her sharp white teeth catching the light, “But maybe, do you want dinner… a bath… or…”  She leans forward planting a soft kiss on my lips.