The world outside moved fast, but inside our little universe, time slowed to a heartbeat's rhythm.
We read together sometimes aloud, sometimes side by side in a silence thicker than words.
We painted the afternoons in colors no one else could see.
We danced barefoot in the kitchen when the rain pattered against the windows.
Whiskers grew bolder, chasing invisible things across the living room, reminding us that even in stillness, there was life.
And in that quiet in the soft pulse of ordinary days we bloomed.