Shes so nervous.

You just bought Vicky a day ago- she’s only three inches tall, what you thought was the perfect size for a little pet- and she’s already hard at work. She’s very ready to be perfect for you. She’s been awake for an hour, and for only one reason.

You’ve tasked Vicky with waking you up in the mornings- gently, as you emphasized. She doesn’t know how to read, but she knows what shapes mean 7am and what mean that she needs to wake you. She hops up- she’s been sitting on the pillow that’s so huge to her right next to your head. She’s so nervous, she wants to be perfect for you.

Shes trembling as she climbs her way up your hair, and suddenly, she pauses. You look so perfect to her all asleep and calm. Without knowing what she’s really doing, she clings onto your cheek, snuggling against it. She’s forgotten about waking you up, which she knows she’ll pay for later. But she’s so engrossed in snuggling that she doesn’t see your eyes flutter open.