You idly wiggle around your half-filled drink in your hands. Life hasn't been that simple lately. Not by a long shot. You can hardly make yourself relax, even when you try to turn relaxation into something like exercise. Damn.
Depression and anxiety has risen inside of you all night. It all feels almost like a demonic touch upon your soul. You can't stand that during the really late hours. It happens a lot, though, given all of the financial stress hitting you alongside other personal issues.
You have the last of your iced tea. You slap it down upon the nearby table with a sense of finality. There's no need to wallow in negativity. To worry about 'in-between moments'. You've got him.
"Zaggy!" You call out in a needy fashion, wiggling about in your nice spot on your big sofa. "Hey!"
"What?" The gruff hare raises his voice a little more as he yells back from his place upstairs, with him still being in the middle of fixing the water heater. He's so talented at that sort of thing. "Please be a bit louder!"
"Cuddle me more!" You take in a deep breath. "It's now snuggling hours!"
"Look, you're old enough to fly a plane, drive a car, register to vote, and buy a hunting rifle. Unless you need help firing through your a ballot with your new Ruger, can you leave me alone for just a few hours?" Zaggy calls down in a weary voice. You hear him using an automatic screwdriver on something. "Please?"
"God loves me. Through you. You're an expression of his love. And that means cuddles." You reach out with your arms into the air. "Come on! Zaggy!"
"Look, we cuddled for a solid hour this afternoon!" You hear a loud sigh and the dropping of heavy tools onto the carpet upstairs. "Wasn't that enough?"
"It's past 10pm right now, though!" You sound even more desperate, shivering with anticipation as your legs awkwardly rub together. "Zaggy!"
"Fine. Don't make a fuss." There's a sense of cute resistance in his voice, at least according to your empathic ears.
He flies down, hovering delicately above the many stairs. He's got a flat expression on his face. Like always. Still, that fluffy, warm fur will always feel just right upon your cold skin. He's been there for you over and over again.
"Such a handsome hare," you mutter to yourself.
His slight change of expression means that he clearly still heard you. You don't care. You keep gesturing for the angel to come even closer.
You then reach for his wings and motion for him to envelop them around you in a move of total compassion. He shuts his eyes for a moment. You feel better aready.
Zaggy lets out a stressed sigh. He hesitates. He then flies over so that he's standing up besides your head, which rests at the corner of your sofa, all the same.
You keep gesturing up at him. You smile with genuine need. He knows how much you adore him.
The hare hops on top of you and wraps his arms around your sides, tenderly and warmly snuggling up to your entire body. It's beyond fantastic. Wow.
"Thank you, Zaggy."
"Please don't take over an hour, kid." The hare awkwardly coughs. "I've got stuff to do." He still smiles a tiny bit back by instinct, even if he'll not be in the mood to admit it.
His incredible feathers have embraced you in the most comforting way you can imagine. You breathe easy. Zaggy's got you protected. All of your depression and anxiety fade out of your worn senses.
It's almost like letting the air of a demonic balloon. Zaggy's strong, capable arms shift up to underneath your shoulders. His wings seem to have such immense power. And it's meant to protect you no matter what.
"This will take a lot longer than I'm expecting, won't it?" asks the hare.
You just chuckle. "You're so smart."