As Karl finished creating the space, he opened his eyes and realized that he had moved. He was now in bed, with a Dana in his arms, and it was pitch-black outside.
It had been relatively early in the morning when he had started, and he was in a chair in the second floor work space, but he must have lost track of time at some point.
It was somewhat concerning that he didn't notice he was being moved, but he was fairly safe inside the house, and the beasts would have reacted if there was any actual danger.
Dana snuggled her face into his furry chest as she slept, and Karl noticed that the catlike behaviours remained, even after she had changed forms back.
The biscuit kneading was adorable.
But he didn't want to wake her up, so Karl remained as still as he could until he finally fell asleep.
The next thing he knew, the sun was up, and the smell of breakfast on the stove was making his stomach rumble. The noise of his stomach woke Dana, who laughed at his reclined position.
