“Thanks for getting all the food ready, Disco,” says Doodles, stretching his arms high with a satisfied grin. “I had a terrific nap.” He pauses, pressing a hand to his cheek. “Wait—do I have sleep creases on my face?”
“No creases,” says Disco, biting back a smile. “But the right side of your face is definitely smushed.” Handing him a sandwich, she adds, “Here, start eating. It’ll pop back out in no time.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Disco,” says Doodles, leaning in for a kiss.
“I know,” she laughs, meeting him halfway. “Now eat before your face stays that way.”
