Feeling comfortable.

penman-of-monsters:

The
morning started out as usual for you, wake up, get dressed, and eat
some breakfast. Most of the time, breakfast wasn’t an option due to
a low supply of motivation to even eat. Your thoughts would zip this
way and that, never slowing down or stopping to let your mind rest.

Yet,
this hadn’t been the first time you’ve woken up that morning.
Underneath the covers, You felt it. Something cold touch your legs as
you slept. You bolted up and look around.

It
was just his tail again. With a sigh, you playfully jab his arm with
your elbow. A snort awake, then a tired glare is shot your way.

“The
hell was that for?” he hissed.

“Your
tail.” was all you said.

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