Peace and pets 

I am looking for a spot of peace. I know I will find it on my pet bed, in a quiet corner. I know I will find it deeper in my mind than I typically go. I know I will find peace if I slip on my ears. I breathe deep and center myself to wear my tail. I want to be naked, with my bed and tail and ears. I want to slip my tongue out of my mouth and lick sweaty skin and close my eyes. 
I am looking for a spot of peace I can’t find but I desperately need. I suspect I could find a calm in a coloring book. I could find peace sitting quietly as pinks and purples smear across my lap. 
I know I will find it in his arms. I want to lay my head on his chest and hear him breathe. I want to slip my fingers across his chest. I want to beg him to quiet my mind. I want to lick him. I want peace. I will find it in the space between my tongue and his skin. 
But he is there and I am here. 
I’m left, of my own accord, being a pet by myself. I’m left being little alone. I’m left looking for peace without my Daddy to steady me. 
What have I done? 

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