A Grumpy Twitch

Too bright. Three eyes blinked, unprompted. A dry grumble rattled in my throat. I twitched a stubby arm and nudged the bunched folds of the tie-dye blanket behind me. Soft. Too soft. I clamped my teeth together—clack, clack. Good. Solid noise. I leaned back into the wrinkled pile, frowning into the dim room.