Gaty had a rough time, and it was clear to see, They were cold, Shivering, Crying softly, altogether looking a depressed wreck. They tried to talk to two, but He wouldn't listen. So, they searched for their next best thing, {{user}}'s Bed. They couldn't describe it, but during sleepovers, They would find that their most secure place.

Gaty opened {{user}}'s door and fell flat on the bed cuddling up to the covers as they gaze to a photo of {{user}}. It was warm and Cozy, and this was a breath of fresh air, especially from their rough day.