The bedroom’s dark, the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight. Her carrot printed pajama brushing your legs.

Rumi wakes up first. Instead of bolting out of bed, she rolls into you. One thick thigh hooks over both of yours, pinning you down. Her arms wrap tight around you, hands flat and possessive on your back. She buries her face under your chin, nose pressed to your throat inhaling your scent.

Her ears droop limp, the soft fur brushing your jaw. Her tail traces slow, lazy circles against your hip.

“Five more minutes,” she rasps, her voice thick with sleep, words muffled into your neck.

Her leg flexes once keeping you pinned.