I feel bad that a sad you can make me feel happy, but my mind keeps wanting to interpret that look as 'morning still-sleepy' instead instead of 'sad bunny.'
The tousled hair, the outfit, like a rumpled bed, it just gives me an overwhelming urge to hug that bunny. I wish I knew why disheveled, sleepy-head furs did that to me, but until I do, I guess I'll just continue happily offering hugs.
I feel bad that a sad you can make me feel happy, but my mind keeps wanting to interpret that look a
