A Small Island of Warmth

Beneath the chill of night, a quiet bond kept me safe - and morning felt new again.

Last night, the temperature dropped, and a dull ache spread through my chest and stomach. I lay still beneath the blanket, curled in silence, as the pain gnawed softly from within.

One by one, my cats climbed onto the bed — their small, steady warmth pressing against me like living comforters. I love them so much. Their quiet companionship spoke louder than words ever could.

Eventually, the pain eased, as if soothed by their presence. We stayed like that through the night — a small island of warmth in the cold.

When morning broke, it felt gentle, kind, and new.