By: Lauren Spagnoletti
He toppled out of the little bag that held him, and into my brother’s apartment. His small body shook, nervous about this new environment. I sat on the rug, with my foot tucked under me. He found the crease in my leg, curled into a ball, and was calm. Now he is wiser, grouchier, and quite bold. There’s grey around his eyes, and the brown on his face is long gone, replaced by white. But every night on the couch when we get comfortable under a blanket, he curls into a ball in the crease between us, and falls asleep.