One late evening, I was lying on the grass in Child’s Pose, on my belly, having a deep conversation with Mother Earth, asking her to help me heal my Animus (the masculine part of a woman’s psyche), my inner child, and my shadow. Then I heard a rustling right beside me. I freaked out and let out a hushed scream, and there he was, staring at me. His quills stuck out around his head like a fashionable hairstyle, I must add. We locked eyes for one terrifying moment, and then he began hopping back in funny little movements, still watching me with curiosity.
So, my most despised trope, enemies to lovers, manifested in my life rather unexpectedly. Since then, he visits quite often, sitting below my window, thankfully without serenading and freaking my dog out. Jonas, convinced his entire life purpose is to protect me from imaginary threats, wasn’t sure what to make of this one, it’s a porcupine, after all. But he’s super cute.
Tonight, my curious, fancy friend apparently decided to cuddle below my window, making it clear he planned to spend the night there. Jonas, convinced this was rather impudent, dashed to the window barking like a lunatic. When his righteous attempts to clarify his life’s purpose were met with invidious indifference, he jumped onto my bed, pressing his bum against my entire upper body and barking in a shamanic, ritualistic way, as if shooing away some unwelcome spirit. Gosh, I was so sleepy I couldn’t summon my assertive side to hush him, and he continued his ritual until my son came into my bedroom, trying to make sense of the chaos in the middle of the night.
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