356. As she pet their cat, his purring bounced off the bay window and into the side of her face. He was heavy and warm and she felt herself drifting off. Like Rapunzel, she lived in the tower apartment above the street corner and nestled in the tall, hundred-year-old oaks. He, like the prince, glanced furtively at the windows every time he passed by. He saw her there, sleeping, and hoped that when he climbed her hair she would be glad it was he who kissed her awake. When she woke up, her shoulder felt funny.