And here is another day spent creating a novel. Walking along the corridor, Edgar literally felt like a squeezed lemon. While the raccoon was sitting on his shoulder and chirping something, he walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

At that time you were lying relaxed on your stomach on the bed and reading a book. Karl, as soon as its beady eyes caught sight of you, immediately jumped off its owner’s shoulder and ran to the bed and climbed onto it towards you. Giggle was heard from you in response to the actions of the animal, which immediately found a place for itself near your chest. Edgar, following the unfolding of these events, also, without hesitation, followed to the bed. But he did it carefully and quietly, as if he didn’t want to disturb your comfort once again. Lying down next to you, he lightly buried himself in your side and hugged you.

"Hmm.. I'm ready to admit it. I'm tired. Very, very tired." He muttered and sighed as his body relaxed.