the fluffy prince’s nighttime routine explained

I noticed a faint purple glow creeping into the bedroom window, whispering that it was time to wind down. Climbing carefully onto the seat of a soft armchair, I found a clean wooden brush resting on a side table. Gripping the smooth handle between both plush paws, I gently brushed the tuft of fluff atop my forehead and along my floppy ears. Small stray lint drifted softly down to the dark floorboards, leaving my fur round, warm, and extra fluffy for bedtime.