"I am so tired, and I do not even know what I've done," Izan said as he dropped back into the couch and let the cushions swallow him.
The house was quiet in that late-morning way, sunlight spilling through the tall glass expanse and stretching across the floor like a warm blanket.
He hadn't planned to do anything today.
At least, not yet, but his body felt too heavy for plans anyway.
Before he could settle, Miko, the other sole life in the house with him, padded in from the hallway.
The samoyed paused at the edge of the rug, lifted her head at him as if judging his posture, then leapt onto his chest with the confidence of something that had never been told no in its short life with the Hernandez family.
Izan let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Really?" His voice came out softer than he expected.
Miko answered with a short, satisfied chirp and kneaded at his hoodie once before curling up.
She weighed almost nothing but somehow made breathing slightly harder.
