Hideaway Strath here for evermore

Ceallach was restless. In reality his world had blossomed from faded blooming thought to the next, the darkness quiet and the sensations new as they spread across his body. His mother and father, his siblings, all older than he, were only vague notions. He was not aware enough to know if the others slept or were awake with him, there was little difference in the world. He stretched out, little paws briefly battering some soft plush thing, but in his world it was all soft. He let out a loud yawn, shuddering as he touched another soft and was happy.