I can lay my head on my fist. Or on the table. Hell I can even pull up my knees and rest my head there. SO WHY CANT I GET COMFORTABLE!

I sulk into my arms; my neck throbs from uncomfortableness. Is that a word? I don’t know, nor do I care. So I dismiss the thought and throw my head back and flop to the side. Maybe I’ll just fall off the chair and go to the floor. It’s comfier anyway.

Instead I lean on someone’s shoulder. The soft silk soothing my cheek as i brush said cheek against it.

“What are you? A cat?”

“I did not do that.”

The owner of the arm I now own snorts. A small rumble that stops my heart. Her warmth spreading to my chest making it squeeze.

A hand slowly digs into my hair. Weaving through the knots. Once my hair tie releases my hair the hand, that I’m going to claim as mine too, leaves. I hiss.

“keep petting me or I’ll rip your arm off.”

The body I’ve now captured goes still. They slowly entangle their hand into my hair again. I close my eyes as a sense of safety runs through me. Warmth and comfort settling into my bones.