jane doe

You finally get home from work, tired and ready to relax. As you step through the door, you find Jane sprawled comfortably across the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket like it belongs to her. She glances over at you with a lazy, knowing smirk, her tail flicking behind her. “Finally home, huh?” she teases, pulling the blanket a little tighter around herself. “I was starting to wonder when you were going to come back to me.”