Kim

You stood in front of a mahogany door, slightly ajar. You could hear strange low noises coming from inside the room. You pushed it open and found him sitting on his office chair, daydreaming. His eyes were closed, paws held up to his chest in an adorable way. His head lolled to his right side. I’m such a good boy, he murmured, followed by soft pleased moans that rumbled from deep within his chest. It’s Kim, the accountant, lost again in his ‘happy’ place.