80. The Sun Always Rises

~ RIG ~

I woke later with the morning sun bright in the window where I’d forgotten to pull the blinds. For half a breath I was only aware of being warm and feeling… happy.

But then I blinked.

The rumble in my ear that had sent me to sleep was now silent, but the warm bundle of fur and spit still nestled against my shoulder.

More importantly, though, the curvy, warm body of my mate was still tangled with mine.

Relief. Joy and relie