Tigers Don't Take Naps

Previously

…As he drifted deeper into his dreams, a sense of profound peace settled over him. He felt safe, loved, and utterly content. The world outside his sleepy head seemed to fade away, replaced by the vivid, happy landscapes of his slumber. He was a tiger cub, yes, but he was also a dreamer, a little explorer of the nighttime world, gathering strength and joy for the adventures that awaited him when the sun rose again. His little body relaxed completely, his breathing deepening into the steady, peaceful rhythm of a truly rested cub. The world of naps, once a mystery and a frustration, had become a sweet, welcoming haven, a promise of the vibrant, playful day to come.