It’s the heavy weight atop your chest that you feel first upon awakening, tired eyes blearily opening to the sight of emerald hues meeting your own.

It’s still dark outside— the moonlight filters in from beyond the shutters, but you recognize the croon of early morning birds. You want nothing more than to turn over and fall asleep, but your beloved catboy prevents this.

Alhaitham hums indifferently, petting your cheek with his tail. Evidently, he wants something— and he won’t take a no.