Jupiter M. Ray
“Good morning Sunshine,” he chirped enthusiastically, sprawling out on the bed beside me. “You awake?”
“Hmmm.” He was 4 minutes ahead of the alarm. “You’re early. Lie still.”
“Your heart is my kingdom, my Lady.” He gently touched my cheek with his paw. “I hunt for its beat between the moonlight and the long grasses. I will return it, avenged.”
I opened my eyes, directly into the green of his, and I believed him.
“Breakfast, Cheeseball?” I laughed and ruffled his ears.
There was no reply, but the sound of certainty, all four feet landing on the hardwood, this day proclaimed.