fluffy
Last night I dreamed of kittens. At least three, each better than the last. Starting off cute/tiny/fluffy, making me say “Aw!” and then progressively becoming cuter, tinier, and fluffier, until I was nearly in tears. Then they changed into something else. One became like a faceted glass moving sculpture of a kitten, reflecting cuteness with every step. Throughout each metamorphosis, they meowed at me softly and held my gaze with their blue or green eyes.
the cats of Louis Wain, who wasn’t favored by cuteness at night like me
