The sensation of fingers softly running over Jinn's face tickles Jinn's nerves.
"Stop that," Jinn giggles as he swats at his face. The tickling continues. In his slumber, Jinn assumes that the tickler can be none other than, "Rosalind."
Turning on his side, a sheet covering him rustles against Jinn's movement. Jinn tucks the rustling sheet under his arms and holds it closer to his chest. There is a hollowness in Jinn's heart. Maybe his feet are cold. Cradling his legs to his chest, Jinn brings himself into a ball of heat.
When the ticklish padding presses against Jinn's eyelids, and Jinn feels the stubble-like-hairs adorning what he believed were 'fingers', Jinn startles. "Hugh!" Jetting up to a sitting position, Jinn opens his eyes and comes face to flat snout with the largest animal he has ever seen in his life.
"AHHH!" Jinn shrieks like a little girl.
