Light. It was different; so surreal in comparison to the darkness I grew so fond of. I peered at the direction of the light, trying to distinguish shapes from shadow. I couldn't.

But I still wanted to get closer to this odd phenomenon.

As if my instinct, I felt my rear rise slowly. I felt the burn in my legs. I collapsed and whimpered slightly.

I saw a shape move towards me. It was warm and I snuggled up against it. Something wet covered my body multiple times before retreating.

I tried to get at the light again. Maybe it wanted to play with me; I would ask it.

I felt myself rise again, this time managing to fully stand. My legs cried out in agony from the effort, but I stumbled towards the light. They gave, and I went tumbling to the ground. I hit my nose and cried out, the pain shooting through my muzzle.

The warm wet object returned, and I felt better. I snuggled up against the warm furry figure I was so fond of and fell asleep.

I awoke.

Something was different. It was quiet.

Something hit me from behind, another figure but this one was smaller than the other one from before. I knew this figure. It smelled like a friend. It moved towards the light, wobbling on its legs. I tried to follow. The figure stopped and fell down. I tripped over it and ended up on top of it.

The friend was warm too.