It was quiet. He wasn’t back yet, but by now it would be soon. The height from the top of his nightstand to the floor was too great to jump down. The little fluffy little lounge pod he had made for you was only open because he knew you couldn’t get down. You know he genuinely cares about you, worried for your tiny little life. It kept growing later and later.

Suddenly the door opened. He looked tired and got undressed to only wear shorts and a shirt. Suddenly he looked at you and seemed lonely.