She pulled the pillow over her ears and eyes, so she could not register the daylight throbbing through the window. Dreams were revealing secrets to her, and she wanted to hear what they would say. The tiny meow from outside the closed door, was one sound she could not ignore. After a couple of mews she was up, long enough to let the little four-legger into her room. He was a sweet kitty who only bit the hand of everyone he didn't know. To her, he was a snuggle cat.
She climbed back up into the warm bed. He followed her. He scooched into the small space between her body and her left arm and curled up tight. He liked to lay his head over the her forearm and sleep right there beside her. She didn't mind. He smoothed his head over her arm a couple of times before they both went back to sleep.