A Soft Purr in My Arms

I blinked, feeling the warmth of sunlight drifting across my face. When I looked down, I realized my fingers could move. Tucked gently against my chest was a little white kitten, still fast asleep. I held my breath, slowly easing my arm closer to make sure it wouldn't slip. My fingers brushed softly against its tiny ear, and it nuzzled into my wrist with a quiet sigh. I didn't want to move or make a sound, just stood still under the gentle morning breeze, holding on tight.

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