Vin sneezed. A tough way to wake up, sneezing
right out of the blue. He opened his eyes and promptly shut them
again, sure that he was dreaming. There wasn't really a multi-colored
rabbit twitching its nose right in front of him, was there? Nah.
Couldn't be. Yet its "imaginary fur" tickled, and he sneezed
again more softly. A single eye opened carefully, coaxing the other
with it as he finally registered the truth. There it was, a multi-colored
bunny. Yep. Twitching.
Fortunately, it wasn't alive. The pink quiver died down as the
motion sensor reset, and Vin pushed up on two hands to get a better look
around. He wryly ignored the renewed nose-acrobatics as his sleepy
blue eyes immediately landed on a second rabbit. Equally as colorful,
this one perched on the edge of the bed. It seemed to be leading
the way to the next one (a bright, lime-green fella with a sky blue blow).
Sitting up cross-legged, Vin rubbed his eyes and realized there was an
entire parade of furry, neon-bright critters stretching from his room into
the hallway and - no doubt - beyond. Grinning, he jumped from the bed and
began tracking his silent prey, stepping slowly and carefully in order
to fully appreciate each and every fuzzy harbinger of mischief yet to come.
Little bunny feet gave way to bigger fuzzy paws, and all the colors of
the rainbow were represented. They trooped through the hallway
and down the stairs of the immaculate townhouse, leading the way to …?
Vin grinned with the possibilities.
Reaching what seemed to be the final critter, (this one almost four feet
tall, more realistic than the rest, and twice as cute) Vin
stole a chocolate from the basket full of goodies hung from one beige paw.
The other wooly mitt seemed to be indicating the closed door to the sun
porch, and Vin pushed it open carefully.
The sight that awaited him started his heart beating to a rhythm even
Thumper couldn't match. Wanting caught. But it was more than lust.
Tenderness mixed with laughter as he leaned against
the doorframe, drinking in his gift. It slammed home how incredibly lucky
he was.
Fast asleep, naked, and on his belly, his Adonis lay. Perched atop
his perfect, golden-tan bottom sat a big, puffy, white cottontail.
His beloved profile lay in contrast to the brightly colored pillows of the
couch, and the tousled silk masquerading as his hair caused the huge, white
bunny ears to look as if they had grown there.
Vin slid down the frame of the door and sat, gathering his legs to him
and resting his chin on his arms. Content for the moment to watch
his lover dream, he blinked happy moisture from his eyes and thanked God
silently for his fortune.
The End
