There’s something about having a cat sitting on the bed. You lay there, listening to the road noise as you are trying to fall asleep. You doze away as the cat jumps onto the bed and makes its way to your arm.
You cock a mental eyebrow as you feel a gentle prowl along your arm; suddenly to feel a weight on your side as you are trapped in the covers.
Before you think to move for freedom, you hear the purr as you listen. The susurration growling to your ears as the cat sleeps, as it lulls you into sleep.