Tag: underneath the bed

Touch A Shadow~

Beneath my bed,

dark shadows turn to liquefied silk,

To flow into a feline form.

I search out her eyes.

Eyes which I know are closed against my gaze. I tap on the bed.

A glimpse of radiant green and gold flash and claws, sharp, pluck at the carpet.

With a whisper, I beckon a response.

Subtle, soft purls roll out from under the bed. Blackness unfolds, stretches in isolation. To form a sleek velvet puddle that touches my hand.

Claws retracted. I feel only soft fur and pad.

We lay.

Paw to hand.

I sigh.

She purrs.

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