Ziggy's Stardust Trail

Ziggy was a pocket-sized piece of the night sky. A sugar glider with velvet-soft fur and enormous dark eyes, he'd awaken at dusk, stretching his patagium membranes with a delicate shiver before launching into aerial displays across the living room. His landing on the curtain rod was always precise, followed by a series of happy 'crabbing' sounds. The house is too grounded now, missing the soft *thump* of his landing on a shoulder, the gentle grip of his tiny hands, and the sweet, musky scent that meant Ziggy was near. His empty cage by the window still catches moonlight, but no small silhouette stirs within.