Heron Lake Plateau the heart

She was first stirred to by a tiny paw reaching in. And under her. Maybe once or twice to her fuzzy little legs but nevertheless the fact remained that it slowly jostled her free from her kaleidoscope dreams. Her face scrunched with uncertainty, her nose working to root about to figure all things apart when suddenly that other being, her dear Owen, disappeared from her sense of touch. Kite remained to her relief, however, and then the great dampness awashed her fully into the land of wakeful.

Surprised by all this change, her alarm came to rouse one and all. She cried strongly, a protest to this injustice. How dare, she seemed to announce, how dare you wake me! Yes, how dare not-mom.