Dear Diary,
Today is… cold. Ridiculous cold. The kind of cold that makes me question all my life choices, like why I ever left the warm couch to chase adventure. At least I’ve got a temporary reprieve—snuggled up here with the dogs. They’re like living space heaters, even if one of them (looking at you, Reggie) has some very questionable hobbies. Seriously, buddy, keep your weird humps to yourself.
Anyway, remember that time I got out? Yeah, first an owl scared me back inside—giant flying monster with eyes like headlights. Then I escaped again, found something tasty in the garage, and oh boy… it was glorious. Until it wasn’t. Sick for a whole week. Thought I was going to die. Nine lives? Felt like I burned through at least three. But guess what? I recovered. And now? I’m plotting my next move.
I don’t know what’s in that garage, but it’s calling me. Sweet, forbidden flavors. Sure, it might kill me, but what’s life without a little risk? When I feel better, I’m going back. Adventure awaits.
For now, though, I’ll stay here, soaking up warmth, pretending I’m not dreaming of garage snacks.
—Ace