I must've woken up at least half a dozen times at night between my sleep. The odd part is that I went right off to sleep rather than will myself each time and that's saying something.
Starting around 2:00am when I was woken up by a brush of whiskers on my cheek, my feline fiend needed to be let out as is his wont at desultory timings that usually happen when you're just about nearing an edge of abyss ready to plunge into a comatose slumber.
A couple hours later I found myself awake again when far off lights began to pierce my eyelids and penetrate my cornea, that's when I realized that people other than me are awake for reasons best known to them.
Ignoring these happenings I doused myself in fitful zzz's only to hear a purring sound emanating from a pillow near me.
Ah, the cat was back, at an insanely dark hour when the sun hadn't even begun its ascent.
A few well meaning pets delivered on a furry head at an ungodly hour of 30 minutes past four when I found my face merging with sheets again and lights out, but of course I was woken up again because a small paw had made contact with my face, it was time for breakfast.
One of those early bird specials, that the cat insists on eating in the mornings.
Today being an exception for his definition of morning was ghastly early.
Shaking off thick snooze curtains after a mechanical unfolding of limbs I tottered off to fill his food bowls, all this without even disengaging my one eye that was stubbornly stuck at the eyelids, lest sleep slowly seep out.
Night again, I was off to being momentarily dead, when I heard distant good byes and farewells, ah! Someone left for work earlier than usual, in fact almost too early, and I was roused again, for its bad manners to bid adieu in repose..and then I was drifting back into a restful drowse only to wake up at an ungodly bright hour of 8:30.
Yikes!!
So late!! I had things to do, floors to clean and windows to brighten, mirrors to shine and ah, to Pluto with all the chores.
There's always tomorrow.
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