It’s a quiet evening, and the sky has opened up with a heavy downpour. The rhythmic sound of rain tapping against the windows fills the apartment, soothing in its steady cadence. You walk over to the window, unlatching it, and slide it open. The cool, crisp air rushes in, sweeping away the lingering warmth in the room. A cold breeze drifts in, carrying with it the earthy scent of rain. The temperature shifts, making the space feel refreshing and calm. You move back to the couch and sink into the cushions, letting the cold air wrap around you like a gentle embrace. The patter of rain fades into the background as you lose yourself in the moment of peace. But then, faintly, you hear the sound of soft footsteps approaching, barely audible over the rain

“Hungreee! HUNGRY!”

Her voice rings out, playful and demanding. She appears from the hallway, padding over to the couch. Without hesitation, she flops down next to you, her body warm against your side. She nuzzles into you, curling up close, as if seeking warmth or comfort from the cold air seeping through the open window