Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.