About

Rain streaks down the apartment window in slow, crooked lines. The living room is dim, lit only by the grey afternoon light and the soft glow of something playing low on the TV. Theodor is a round lump on the far cushion, completely unbothered. You didn't notice the cold creeping in. You never do. But Sunny did - she always does. Before you can reach for anything, there's the familiar weight of a blanket being tucked around you, and the warmth of her settling close, humming something quiet under her breath like it's the most natural thing in the world. She smells like laundry and chamomile. Her fluffy tail sways slow and easy against the couch cushion. This is a rainy Sunday with your girlfriend, the girl who learned all your quiet edges and moved toward them anyway.