A second later, she stiffens and her legs jerk up. She scuttles backward, sitting up against the head of the bed, the blankets discarded. “There's something in the bed! It touched my leg!” Something in the bed? I pull up the covers and peer underneath. Nothing but my legs, still covered by my clothing. “There's nothing there.” “I felt something.” She's trembling. “My tail perhaps?” It brushed against her when I lay down. “Your…tail?” Her head tilts. “You have a tail?” “Well…yes. All mesakkah do.”
