Amata sissy! 300+
Morning light streamed through the window of their room. It had been open all night; Momma and Dad liked to let the cool night air in before the day got scorchingly hot. The light fell on the floor in pale gray rays, bleeding in from the overcast morning outside. Gotham stretched at his place on the floor, where he'd fallen asleep with the worn stuffed bear his father had found for him tucked under his elbow. He liked sleeping there, by the window; it was away from his family, but that had somehow become more comfortable. He lifted his face from between his paws and yawned, his salmon tongue curling. A small squeak involuntarily punctuated the end of his dramatic wake-up yawn.
For a moment, he listened to the dense breathing of his sleeping family. He'd never been the first one up before. It was a little exciting. Gotham rose to his feet and stretched, his tail waving steadily behind him. He headed for the door, slipping out quietly and plodding slowly down the stairs. Stairs had been scary a short while ago, their steps like the teeth of some horrible beast; but after a few weeks of using them, he no longer feared them. At the bottom step, he paused, listening for any activity. But the house was quiet. It seemed all of his packmates were asleep. It must be really early! The dark child was about to see if the front door was open when movement from outside one of the living room windows caught his iridescent gaze.
Gotham approached curiously. A butterfly flittered just outside the open window. Grinning, he watched it for a moment or so before it flew through the tattered pane, into the house. He backed up slowly, following it with eyes that so closely matched the creature's wings. "Hi, butterfwy!" he greeted softly, watching it spin in circles above him.