>Morning sunlight against your blinds casts your room in a warm glow, sending brilliant streaks across the wall.
>You stir in your bed, the light against your eyelids rousing you from a restful sleep.
>The rhythmic hum of your ceiling fan meets your ears; somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower starts its droning buzz on this lazy Saturday morning.
>You yawn, the dreams that felt so real just moments ago quickly fade from your memory, and the needs of your morning become clear as the mental fog of sleep dissipates.
>You begin to move from your bed, but something keeps you in place.
>Three dulled points press into your side as a clawed hand pulls you toward a body much larger than your own.
>Pebbly scales that feel like little river stones warmed by the sun brush against your skin.
>The ivory-smooth curve of a killing-claw flexes against your leg; your unruly hair is further tousled by a scaled jaw as you’re nestled closer beneath your bedfellow’s chin.
>Thick leg muscles twitch with a morning stretch, a croaking sigh escapes scaly lips.
>You lay an arm as far around the scaled chest as you can, a warmth blooms in your chest when you’re pulled a little closer in response.
>You turn your head to meet a brilliant eye staring down at you, the predator’s sleepy gaze filled with nothing but warmth and love.
>Maybe warming the steaks for breakfast can wait a little longer, you think.
>Your eyes slip closed again; the raptor pulls you tighter against its chest, a muscular leg lays atop your own.
>You let the gentle rush of your lover’s breathing lull you back to sleep.