The shafts of sunlight entered through the window, illuminating the room. Cyrus was sleeping like a baby with his face buried into his pillow. Suddenly, he felt a soft pad tapping on his cheeks. Thinking that it was his dream, he just turned around to continue his sleep. Again he felt like a soft pad touching his face. This time, followed by the feeling of a soft pad touching his face, he felt a soft fur brushing against his face, followed by his neck. He frowned, unable to figure out what it was. He initially thought it might be his fur shawl. But later he realized that a shawl cannot move.
He wanted to open his eyes but felt too lazy to do so. So he just randomly turned around again. Soon, he felt the sensation pad again. And this time, the soft pad slapped him hard, and a sharp pain t
