The human was breathing softly, almost hesitantly, as if he was ever so slightly on edge. His eyelids flickered and he took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The air that escape his lungs was hot on my skin, and I nearly flinched from the feel of it. He was attempting to sleep, if he wasn't already, and though he had insisted I join him, I couldn't find sleep as easily as he had. I had too much on my mind. A lot of the thoughts running through my head consisted of simple memories of recent events. Some as recent as thirty minutes ago. I allowed the human to pull me into his bed. I had allowed him to cover me in his uncomfortably hot blanket. And I had allowed him to rest his massive forehead against my arm. I was in a generous mood.
My throat felt dry and my skin was clammy. I couldn't stand the heat, and the heat clearly didn't see me as a creature worthy of mercy. Regardless, I couldn't move. The Dib was actually resting for once, and I wasn't about to ruin that. The bags unde