Hazy gray-gold lightPatterns on the wall.Mystical.

Creaking door,A frisky tail, and she pouncesEver so light.

She prances,Arches her back, kneads deep into the blanket,And collapses.

I curl around her,A snug cocoon.One.

Her eyes mere slitsA faint meow,Contented.

A caressing hand,Smoothing her rumpled fur,Soft and warm like gingerbread.

I rest my hand near her heart,Listen to her raspy purr.Close my eyes.

And I doze off again.Enveloped,In the gray-gold morning light.