You just wanted sleep. But nooo- the loud creak of floorboards might’ve warned you, but in your half-asleep haze, but seeing as how exhausted you were you didn’t register it.

A sudden weight pressed down on your back. Heavy. Too heavy. Familiar. You groaned into the cushion as claws—actual claws—dug into your shoulders, kneading in small, sharp bursts. Each motion sent a jolt of uncomfortable pressure through you.

’Cyrus,’ you muttered, voice muffled by the pillow. Another press of claws. ‘Cyrus, I swear—‘

“Go back to sleep.” He grumbled, settling his weight more evenly across your back. His tail swished lazily, brushing against your legs, and he continued kneading like he was trying to fluff the world’s least forgiving pillow.