𝔸 ℙ𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝

I climbed onto the low coffee table as soon as I returned home from the street, drawn to the sleeping handheld console propped against a fleece throw. Reaching up with both of my mittened paws, I pressed the small circular power button until the glass screen softly bloomed with color. Leaning my weight gently forward, I nudged the pastel paw thumb-grip I had installed the other day, steering a tiny digital character through an emerald pixel field. Listening to the quiet 8-bit melody ripple into the night room, I settled my boots against the warm frame, utterly content to watch the little wanderer explore.