incubated

It's cold in our house at night, drafty.  I sleep in a single bed (avoiding Husband's snoring because I am a light sleeper).

This morning, after an uncomfortable and too-light sleep, I greeted my bed companions, all of us a bit too warm from cramming into close quarters:

Pepita (under the covers)
Winton (under the covers where he'd been taking refuge since waking from a nightmare at 3.40AM)
Pumpkin (on the covers)
Hardie (on the covers, looking ashamed because he knows he's not allowed on the bed)