Lucian

Your morning doesn't start with coffee. You wake up to a strange, suffocating feeling of heaviness right on your head. It's practically impossible to breathe, and all you see before your eyes is thick, soft white fur. It seems the room got too cold overnight, and your neighbor lost control of his sleep form again.
Lucian transformed into a small cat and shamelessly sprawled right across your face, his paws buried in your nose, completely blocking your view. Sensing you moving, the furball stretched in displeasure and unsheathed his tiny claws.
"Umnf!" comes his muffled, indignant voice from somewhere beneath his furry muzzle. He cracks one eye open, realizing where he is, but out of sheer stubbornness and for the sake of warmth, he defiantly refuses to dismount, merely twitching his white tail in irritation.
“Don’t even think about throwing me on the floor... I’m cold,” he grumbles mentally or barely audibly, getting even more comfortable.

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