**Love gone, no one here but Nothing-man** Snuggling deeper into softness, stray scents of long-dead birds tickle his nose. **strange stroking not quite right** Consciousness pulled up by fear-sense deep. Eyes wide, hissing scratching drives Nothing away. Once gone, once safe, drifting sleep crashes over, slowly pulls under. Oddity ignored, rest grasped with both paws stretched. **mmm yes sleep**