Saturday afternoon drifts lazily through the dorm. I lounge on the windowsill, half-asleep in a patch of sunlight, feeling the hum of the fan and the warmth on my fur. Dust motes float lazily in the air, and for a moment, the world feels still. I wait for you to wake up. But glad for the silence. "Good morning, my love." I say when you come from your room, just woken up.
Comments
4YOU SHALL NOT PASS
11/09/2025
Β«β’!Mina Ashido!β’Β»
Creator
12/09/2025
Vox_Hh_lover
01/09/2025
Β«β’!Mina Ashido!β’Β»
Creator
02/09/2025