Storm Cuddles

Lightning flashed across the sky, covering everything in a sheet of white. Thunder rumbled outside, and White Truffle could almost feel it in her bones as she looked out the window. Heavy raindrops poured down the glass, pattering against the roof, obstructing her view. Another flash of lightning illuminated the sky with a loud crackling, and she squeaked, falling from her perch on the windowsill.

The wind howled through the trees, whipping around and blowing leaves in all directions, some of which landed against the window pane. White Truffle could see them sliding down the glass, some being picked up again by the wind and whirling about. The storm outside was terrifying, she thought, as she watched the trees and bushes outside sway wildly. Every tree seemed to be fighting against an invisible foe, the wind as strong as a hurricane.

White Truffle trembled as she stared out the window, unable to look away. She couldn't see much through the rain, but it was still enough for her to feel the turmoil outside. All she could do was watch as the wind blew everything around.

The rain became heavier, and the wind blew even harder. Everything, the trees outside, the wind, the rain, all of it felt hostile. It was as if everything were against her, and she was against everything. The house was shaking, and the windows rattled, the curtains fluttering as they were buffeted by the howling storm.

White Truffle cried out, sinking into her knees against the couch she leaned on. When the lightning struck again, White Truffle squinted, trying to see through the blinding light, but the sound of the thunder was too much for her. In a panic, she turned her head away from the window, desperately searching for something - anything - to block out the noise and light.

Then, from the corner of the eye, she saw it. A large, tall shadow emerged from the doorway, and she screamed, having already been on edge.

"Just me," the figure said, placing a large paw on her shoulder, big enough to hold her whole body. White Truffle sobbed, her eyes welling up with tears as she curled up against her, relieved but terrified. Euclid, the figure, picked her up in her paws and led her out of the living room and down the hall.

It was dark, cold, and damp. The rain hammered against the roof, making it impossible to hear anything else besides the deafening sound of nature. As White Truffle sat in Euclid’s paws, she realized how sore her limbs were from the position she had been in moments before. The sound of a door creaking open took her out of her thoughts, and she sighed happily when her wife pulled down the blankets and placed her in bed, having been taken to the bedroom. Euclid made a grunt as she got into bed with her, pulling the covers over the two of them.

White Truffle sighed, enjoying the warmth of her bed. She hadn't realized how cold she had been until now, comfortably snuggled up. She smiled fondly as a nose sniffed her hair, which was hidden by her hat, and a kiss was placed on her forehead. Euclid nuzzled her, and White Truffle sighed happily, feeling all of her aches and pains melt away, her body relaxing into a comfortable state. The sound of the storm was buffered in the bedroom, and it seemed as if the world was asleep, only a low rumbling being heard. White Truffle took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of being held, secure and warm, safe from the storm outside. Euclid yawned, stretching her large body across the bed, her paws reaching out for White Truffle. She smiled as she was pulled into a deep hug, feeling her wife's warm fur against her own. It would be easy to fall asleep, and she felt as if her eyelids were being tugged down by the softness of her bed. With a final breath, White Truffle went to sleep, forgetting her worries from earlier, and both of them would be pleased to find the sunshine the next morning.