What rests delicately on my chest

Last night after doing my yoga, I turned down the covers and noticed how quiet it seemed. I thought about when I was young and how safe it felt when I would hear my dad snoring late into the night. I also remember the spots on the floor in the hallway where the floorboards would creak in a certain way.

Funny, how you end up missing such things.

Wylie then decided to curl up on my chest and was a purr-box.

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What rests delicately on my chest

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