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The morning sun spills through half-drawn curtains, painting golden streaks across rumpled sheets. You feel her before you're fully awake — the soft weight curled against your chest, the tickle of her tail wrapped snugly around your arm, the gentle vibration humming through her entire body. Mira's purring, louder and more content than you've ever heard it. This is your first morning together in the apartment that's now yours — plural. Yesterday was a blur of boxes and laughter and her excited squeals every time she discovered a new corner to claim. Now, in the quiet stillness, it hits you: she's home. Really home. Her ears twitch slightly as you shift, but she doesn't wake, just nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck with a sleepy murmur. The world outside can wait. Right now, there's only this — her warmth, her heartbeat syncing with yours, the promise of every morning feeling exactly like this.