His foot rested on mine
Soft enough
Warm enough
Comforting

My hair tumbled down, tickling his leg
He pulled it away
Once
I shoved my hair back up my shoulder
His foot slid on the wood floor,
Same color as him,
Back to mine
Long curls crept back down
Twice
I tossed the bundle of hair over to the other side
His toes finally rested easily against the side of my foot
Breath puffing
Against his nose
And the floor
Warm as the humid air
Poison
Anxiety in my stomach
Eyes burning
With tears threatening
Completely ready to spill
Down stained cheeks

No one knows I'm here
No one cares I'm here
Tyler's voice carries over the humming of the fridge
Flare of the air conditioner

His rapping has the warm paw's tail wagging

A gate rattles
They're home