Wheeling Gull Isle leizashou

He’s toppled sideways, inconsequentially frail against the will of a headstrong force. There’s fussing and yips, unrest between the temples but he can only remain there on his side beneath the weight of gravity. Though, his chubby limbs will begin to pedal the air, as if it must be the solution to right himself.

But something warm is covering his eyes and ears and nose, he feels the sanctuary acknowledge him, and he no longer cares if he is sideways, upside down or inside out. He reaches for love and it reaches back.