Warmth and the Glow

Milo the Mischievous Red
Mar 10, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Jul 2, 2025

You move with such purpose, yet seem lost in your own mind.

Your hands are always busy.

I watch you chase things I cannot see, speaking to ghosts in little glowing boxes.

Still, when you are still, I curl beside you because even the lost need warmth.

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