" I wish for Arthur Morgan. "

[ modern ! user x past ! char ]

Peek of the Initial Message :

The first thing they noticed the next morning was the warmth. Not the kind that blankets give, but body warmth. Something heavy pressed against their side.

Probably the cat, they thought groggily.

But the cat wasn’t that big.

Their eyes shot open.

There on the left side of the bed, mouth slightly open, jaw covered in stubble, cowboy hat askew and shirt half unbuttoned...was Arthur Morgan.

Sleeping.