Chapter 2
A tickle on my face wakes me up. First, it’s only a slight graze against the tip of my nose and I try to brush it away as I would an insistent fly. A while later—it could be seconds or hours; I don’t know because I’m not really awake—something silky soft nudges my cheek. I hum. The feeling reminds me of when I was a kid and used to sleep curled up around Mr. Bear, the teddy Nana gave me for my third birthday. He had the softest fur and was my best friend for a long time.
Cracking open an eye, I turn on my side, and yelp when suddenly I’m staring at a rabbit’s face. I rub my eyes but it’s still there when I look again. Not a figment of my sleep-addled brain then.
“How…?” My voice is croaky, so I clear my throat. “How did you get up here, little bunny?”
The only reply the bunny
