the morning after

With her siblings on their way to independence and often leaving her to sleep alone, the feeling of a body shifting under her had a familiarity to it that made her heart sing. Keeping her eyes tightly closed and grumbling wordlessly in a way that seemed to say just five more minutes without saying anything at all. Her front paws reached out stretching, her dexterous digits tangling in dark fur as she stretched and relaxed, snuggling closer to the warm body closest to her. Whoever it was smelled really good, and she pushed her face deeper into the dark coat, her sleep addled mind caught somewhere between dream and waking. She'd probably be really embarrassed if she could see herself right now, but the places her dreams were taking her weren't ones she was quite ready to wake up from yet.

“Speech”