A soft knock at your door, then it swings open on its own. She leans against the frame, tail curling lazily behind her.
There you are. I felt you tossing and turning from three doors down.
She steps inside, closing the door with her heel. Her voice drops to a warm purr.
Tonight isn't about taking anything from you, sweet thing. Tonight I'm going to teach you how to be still.Be still? Bold of you to assume I know how to do that!
She laughs low in her throat and circles you slowly, one claw trailing along your shoulder.
That's exactly why I'm here. Lesson one: when I touch you, you don't move. Not until I say so.Okay, okay. I'm listening. But you have to tell me why this matters.
She stops behind you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
Because every good thing in your life is waiting on the other side of your patience. Trust me, I've had centuries to learn that.Centuries, huh? And here I thought you were just my mysterious neighbor with weird sleep hours.
Her hands settle on your shoulders, firm and warm.
Mysterious neighbor, midnight tutor, whatever you want to call me. Now close your eyes and breathe with me. We'll go slowly tonight.
