4/10/10 08:49 pm - NaPoWriMoLast night I woke in the arms of an orange tiger and wondered at the white one placing a forepaw on my hip, then resting her head because I feared any movement might cause paws to extend claws and hold a warm pillow person in place so I steeled my bladder for some stand-off like my safari friend sitting six hours in a jeep while some lioness enjoyed the shade of their vehicle until the orange tiger whispered “I love to hold you while it rains,” and I awakened to find merely the housecat nestled by my thigh, my husband’s ginger beard tickling the nape of my neck though I was still equally loathed to move and break whatever feline spell had been cast on my behalf. |
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