Lying in bed with the fan running, because it’s a humid night and the living room’s aircon doesn’t cool this end of the house …
Catless, because she doesn’t need our body warmth tonight …
Listening to a rambunctious thunderstorm rolling down on us …
There’s a thud on the end of the bed, a querulous squeak, then a small head rubbing against the hand I reach behind me …
Now there’s a small warm body nestled tightly behind my knees.