It was one of those mornings, the ones where you wouldn’t leave the comfort of your bed unless you were dragged out – kicking and screaming. Toki rolled over, stuffing his head under the pillow to block out the light pouring in from the window.

He didn’t sleep that much, not because he didn’t need to, nor because of the dreams, but because it’s hard to sleep with the whole of humanity literally weighing on your back.

He felt a sudden dip at the end of his bed. Quick, careful footsteps made a path alongside his left leg, jumping lightly onto his hips, and continuing up his spine, settling decidedly in between his shoulder blades.

“Morning Mister Grey,” his voice muffed by the pillow. Mister Grey purred in response and nibbled happily on Toki’s hair.