I adopted him not long ago. He doesn’t know me that well yet, but he fell asleep like this, peacefully, resting his head on the gear shift like it’s the coziest pillow in the world. He’s tired—tired of fear, of waiting, of not being wanted. And now, for the first time in a long time, he sleeps without worry. He trusts me. That’s the most beautiful thing: when a broken soul decides to rest in your presence, knowing they’re safe now. Forever.
Credit – original owner ( respect 🫡)