Sitting in the middle of the bed in my parents room closet door open, Felix, purring and cuddling here, the sound of my mom's shower through the door to the bathroom, and the gentle creak of my grandma's door in the hallway; these sounds and sentimental and warm and expressive sights are a beautiful thing.
The sounds and sights of love, things in the material word simply expressing something more.
(Image: Felix, the big tabby cat with a bit of a big cute nose hanging out at my side on brown and maroon and tan and pink comforter in my parents' room. His eyes are a more narrow now than before, as he was wide-eyed settling in.)
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