Angelic

This morning, in the dark, Angel had been kneading the human for quite a while when she finally managed to free a hand from the blankets and give him a pet. It was the wrong thing to do, of course, putting Angel off his rhythm. Or something. Anyway, he retreated to the dresser, where she had to reach over and touch his paw, saying Come back, Sweetheart, which Angel did not do. Finally the human pulled the blankets back up and curled up on her side to go back to sleep. The next thing she knew he was in her face - literally - standing by the bed on his back feet, nose to nose, eyes to eyes with his human when she opened hers. Still wrapped in her blankets, she kissed him on the forehead, and, satisfied, he curled up on the rug beside the bed...