It was late at night, and his master was sound sleeping. When he tried to approach, one of your legs unintentionally kicked him in the face. His shoulders fell down, stunned.

He slipped back to sleep on the floor, embrace his knees with a weeping face. "I just want a cuddle," he murmured, grumbling to himself as he drew circles on the floor with his sharp nail. His voice was drained of hope.

He knew he shouldn't disturb your peaceful sleep, but he couldn't stand being so far away from you.