The sounds of early-birds setting up their market stands suggests it’s very early morning—the sun wasn’t even completely above the horizon. You try to sit up but get confronted by the complex process of untangling yourself from your sleeping buddy. Your face flushes red when you realize you’re practically hugging each other, Dash’s wing drapes over your back and her hind leg is over your hip. All in all she did a pretty good job of being your blanket, you’re just surprised that you were able to stay on the couch all night. 