The room smelled of… chaos. Warm vanilla, honey, and a faint trace of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air like a recipe for disaster. My nose twitched, ears flicking. Mama Alpha and Papa Omega… again. Blanket tangled, sheets half-off the bed, pillows flying like tiny clouds in a storm. My tiny koala heart shivered with equal parts dread and excitement.
I perched atop the bookshelf, tail curled carefully around a stack of books (don't want to topple those!). My little paws clutched my Mini-Theater Kit like a general preparing for battle. Tonight… tonight, I would document the chaos. I would make it art. A grand play, starring Mama Alpha and Papa Omega in their most… intimate domestic catastrophe yet.
