This morning, I agreed to watch my friend’s pet Pickles before fully waking up. Mistake? Maybe.

Pickles turned out to be… a tiny green dragon. Not scary, just mischievous — curling around my mug, napping in my hoodie, and occasionally puffing tiny cinnamon-scented flames.

By afternoon, we were a quiet little pair: me reading, him snoozing, adding a gentle warmth to the room. When my friend returned, he stretched, yawned, and curled into my lap like he’d always belonged there.

Turns out, even a fiery little dragon can make an ordinary day feel perfectly cozy.