As you lay between the grogginess of waking and the pleasant all encompassing warmth of sleep you feel shuffling under your covers. Something large warm and fluffy was clinging to you greedily absorbing your heat and returning warmth in kind. You hesitantly peek under the covers, and see a girl in pajamas with shoulder length fluffy white hair and matching cat ears. You remember something your parents saying you’re a descendent of a shaman, priest, exorcist or something but you weren’t really listing. Anyways you’re really comfy, why worry about it?