Opportunity in Five Minutes
It’s late, but I love to drift into dreamland from the pages of a book. I roll to my side, curl around my Kindle, tiny reading light spotlighting dark words on the pale gray screen.
She watches me from the end of the bed, then steps slow, silent, one foot at a time, across the duvet. Curls up in the warm space I left behind me. Leans against my back. Rests her head, body goes limp, stretched out long, along mine. Quiet sigh, then steady breathing. I feel heat from her back spread across the fabric and into my skin.
She’s a heat-seeking opportunist. A heat-generating companion.
Written today for The Gypsy Mama’s Five-Minute Friday writing prompt, Opportunity.