Sleeping

Aesop is sleeping. He has played his final game of the day, and he has shut his eyes, and he has curled up with his Lilly Doll, and he is breathing slow and deep.

Vulpis is not asleep. Even though the lights in this plain room have dimmed, and even though it is finally quiet, his eyes are open wide.

He isn’t tired.

Author's Note

My motivation for writing is to build on stories that I've been making up for years, while also improving my style and ability. Reviews are welcome and appreciated greatly, as long as they are constructive. Please be mindful of how you word your replies, and please remember that anyone can see your reviews. I would really prefer for this to remain a space of encouragement and creativity. Thank you!