Jon opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the weave pattern of cloth. He was laying face down on whatever it was and was astonished to find he hadn't broken any bones in his tumble through the ventilation ducts. He lifted his head and froze. Despite his diminished size he recognized a bedpost when he saw one. The landscape was a vast burgundy colored blanket. To his left he saw a towering dresser and to his left--
His heart skipped a beat. To his left the blanket rose upward like a mountain. He stood up and looked behind him. Someone was in the bed. A very big someone. He saw the enormous fur covered, but slender, hand followed by an arm and then a face. It was a woman. A Husky. She was laying on her back, her exposed arm and hand laying limp beside her. Jon didn't recognize her. Granted he hadn't seen all the neighbors who lived in the building. He walked toward the hand,his heart beating loudly in his chest. Tentatively he reached out and touched a finger pad. She felt warm, the texture of the pad was like leather and yet was not. Jon looked at the face. He couldn't see all of it from where he stood, but he could see the jaw and the locks of dark curly hair. Almost on impulse he embraced the flesh and breathed in deeply.
Suddenly he backed away. Stupid! What if she had felt that? He looked at the woman husky. She didn't move nor had she seemed to even felt his touch. He brushed his hand against the flesh of hers. Not even a twitch.Just the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She was sleeping quite soundly.
A thought crept into his mind and he fought to disregard it. Yes, this is what he fantasised about. That didn't mean he felt comfortable about advantage of someone when they were sleeping in their own bed.
Who was going to know?
Nobody would know. She didn't look like she was going to wake up anytime soon. Still, he was determined not to be some crazed predator.
Linda was peacefully in her bed when the speck of a man was blown into through her open window and onto the bed. She was in the kind of deep sleep that was unique for her. Having been born deaf she couldn't hear the mower or anything else of the outside world. As a result she wasn't aware of the speck of a man who had touched her and was now contemplating an expedition to mount Linda. What the little man didn't know, and would have known had he landed near her other hand, that the vibrating wrist alarm she wore was set for seven.
That was eight minutes away. But Jon had now way of knowing that as he scrambled toward
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