Prompt- write about the first thing you see when looking up.

Kittens. Tiny engines of perpetual motion, energy, life, and entropy. Chaos in cased in fur, topped by whiskers. Mischief, mayhem, gleaming eyes. Brown, grey, blue, black, cream, white, all blending together in a blur of motion. Taptaptap of tiny paws galloping across the floor. Skitter of claws trying to gain traction. Growl, no that’s mine, not yours. Bounding, bounding then-

Still. Calm. Sleep.