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I smiled when Rubby crawled back to the bed at midnight. She wasn't used to sleeping on the couch, aside from that, it was terribly cold, and the couch was directly in front of the big window.

The next morning, I sat on the couch, already dressed and ready for the day, watching Rubby as she mumbled in her sleep.

She was curled up on the bed, her brows furrowed as if she were deep in a dream, occasionally grumbling nonsense.

"Mmm… no, I… that’s mine… don’t touch ...