Ain't It Grand?Ain't It Grand?
Careful. Easy, easy. Not too fast, Fox thought as he slowly slid out from under the thick blankets. He tried to keep a prone position, refraining from shifting the weight on the mattress, as one foot touched the floor. He reached down with one hand, caught the weight of his body, and rolled out and onto his feet swiftly and softly. He glanced over his shoulder at the velvet bedspread, grinning when he saw the only lump in the bed still completely at ease.
She breathed softly, raising the blankets ever so slightly before they fell back upon her limp, tired frame. Even her sleep sounded weary to Fox, which he did not find surprising. She had been up only an hour ago, tending to her maternal duties.
Fox smiled and walked out of the room, minding the one area of the floorboards that creaked and groaned like a horror movie monster. His first stop was the kitchen, his hopes set on food sending him back to sleep. Yet he found nothing in the refrigerator or the cu