At first, it was curiosity.
A tiny monkey…
reaching out to something bright.
Something soft.
Something new.
Then suddenly—
it changed.

He held it close.
Curled into it.
Eyes closing slowly.
Like he had finally found something safe.
Something his little heart needed.
In a quiet forest moment—
he wasn’t alone anymore.
Because sometimes…
comfort doesn’t come in words.
It comes in something you can hold.