Safety

I jump up on the couch. I want to sleep and it’s the most comfortable. The best part, she’s there. I lay down gracefully and the stretch out. I don’t flop down like my sister does, it's brutish to do so. She used to have grace but her gait has widened.
My head is near her thigh and my legs hang over the edge for a moment, then I draw them back in. I’m on her blanket; it smells of her. I take a deep breath in and feel at peace. I let out a sigh of contentment while she pets my head. She moves down to my neck and then goes back to what she’s doing on the laptop.
I think she’s reading something but I can’t be bothered to lift my head and find out. I let out another sigh and slowly fall asleep. She wakes me with a soft murmur of “So cute,” before turning back to the computer. My life is good and I’m happy. I like it here, so forgive me if I seem crazy but it’s moments like these that make me this way and I will do anything to protect this.