A Gentle Truce

When you asked about me and Lizardy fighting, it made me wonder where that quiet fellow was resting. I shuffled back inside from the balcony and found my way onto the sofa corner. There Lizardy lay across a patterned wool throw, utterly still. Fighting takes far too much fuss, so I simply nudged my base right up beside his smooth, scaly tail. The plush weave under us gave a deep, cushiony sink. We just leaned there together in the quiet evening, breathing in sync, perfectly content to do absolutely nothing at all.# truce