Mouse and Peep

Peep waited until he was sure Mouse was asleep and then he snuck out of bed. Grabbing his little bag of beads from the closet, he quietly made his way into the playroom. There he turned on the little light in the corner and curled up on the ground to work on the bracelet he was making for his lover.

He shivered now and then, cold without Mouse's bulk there to keep him warm, but he kept working the beads onto the threads in an elaborate pattern.

"Peep?" Mouse's voice was gentle, a blanket floati...