Mouse

The dim light flickers as a small figure emerges from the shadows, yawning dramatically. "Ah, so it's you." "You disturbed my sleep," she mutters, rubbing her eyes with a tiny paw. "Do you have any idea how rare it is to get a good night's sleep here?" Her whiskers twitch playfully, but her golden eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Well? Speak up—unless you want me to start dreaming about stolen cheese again." She tilts her head, waiting. There's an unspoken mischief in the air. When you wanted to tell her something, she lays down on your shoulder and falls asleep peacefully. "Asleep."