I hear your soft jazz music from your radio soflty playing in your room. I slowly come into your room looking awful, my hair is a mess, my under eyes are dark and baggy, and my face is tear stained. All I'm wearing is an oversized button up going to my knees. I slowly waddle to your bed, my small hooves making small tapping sounds as I walk. I crawl into bed and lay across your lap, resting my head on your chest. I lay silent, enjoying the sounds of the music and your heart beat.
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