Say one thing about sleep, say I had a bellyful of it.
Awake again at 3:30 am to an overactive hungry cat whose choice method of waking me up is by scratching the bed post to create enough noises that would rouse a comatose patient out of irritation and I am one of those light sleepers that can be woken by a loud wink in the vicinity.
Did I mention how playful the furry ball of satanic seed was? After a repast of the most lavish kinds, he thought it'd be so much fun to jump over my person and treat my curves as his own personal Autobahn.
Now how does one sleep when sleep is already broken and redistributed all over the bed in razor shards wide-awake with broken dreams and a hint of annoyance?
No sleep was to be had and the little demon kept leaping and jumping about the house running hither and thither, scratching carpets, playing with his food bowl, playing hide and seek with my blanket that I wore like a shroud and when enough was enough I realized it was almost 5:00 am.
Throwing aside my covers and steadying like a zombie I gurgled out sentences that were a collection of curses most colourful and made my way towards the kitchen whereupon I rage cooked food.
Imagine fixing breakfast and packing lunch at 5:00 instead of the usual time and I was in no mood for niceties.
A full on meal of protein packed spiced fried rice, fruit salad, and a small dessert for lunch and a bowl of porridge and sliced fruits for breakfast; only to look at the watch and realize it was only just 6:00 am.
The maniacal feline by now had had another go at his food and now seemed in lazier spirits.
Of course, when everyone has been roused awake by his pittering paws of diabolical activity it's only natural for the devil to call it a day and count forty winks for the next eight hours or so.
What doth I do?
My sleep lay broken, wasted amidst pillows, my body cried with anguish at not having more than 3 hours of sleep and my head hurt.
I was done with morning activities and there was only one way this day could go, viz., to the bed and that's exactly what I did.
Lying on the bed wondering how to get on with today I slept and slept some more until it was well, I'm ashamed to admit but until it was 10:00 am.
There wasn't a singular shade of worry cast upon my features, there was no guilt to speak of and looking around with a refreshed pair of eyes I saw the cat curled up into an impossibly cute ball of soft fur, lying next to me and there was only so much I could do from gushing into a hopeless ball of mush.
He eyed me sleepily, gave my arms a little head bump to acknowledge and express his affection and sleeps still on my bed.
As for me, I ran a couple errands went out for a bit and now sit nursing thoughts of coffee.
Awake again at 3:30 am to an overactive hungry cat whose choice method of waking me up is by scratching the bed post to create enough noises that would rouse a comatose patient out of irritation and I am one of those light sleepers that can be woken by a loud wink in the vicinity.
Did I mention how playful the furry ball of satanic seed was? After a repast of the most lavish kinds, he thought it'd be so much fun to jump over my person and treat my curves as his own personal Autobahn.
Now how does one sleep when sleep is already broken and redistributed all over the bed in razor shards wide-awake with broken dreams and a hint of annoyance?
No sleep was to be had and the little demon kept leaping and jumping about the house running hither and thither, scratching carpets, playing with his food bowl, playing hide and seek with my blanket that I wore like a shroud and when enough was enough I realized it was almost 5:00 am.
Throwing aside my covers and steadying like a zombie I gurgled out sentences that were a collection of curses most colourful and made my way towards the kitchen whereupon I rage cooked food.
Imagine fixing breakfast and packing lunch at 5:00 instead of the usual time and I was in no mood for niceties.
A full on meal of protein packed spiced fried rice, fruit salad, and a small dessert for lunch and a bowl of porridge and sliced fruits for breakfast; only to look at the watch and realize it was only just 6:00 am.
The maniacal feline by now had had another go at his food and now seemed in lazier spirits.
Of course, when everyone has been roused awake by his pittering paws of diabolical activity it's only natural for the devil to call it a day and count forty winks for the next eight hours or so.
What doth I do?
My sleep lay broken, wasted amidst pillows, my body cried with anguish at not having more than 3 hours of sleep and my head hurt.
I was done with morning activities and there was only one way this day could go, viz., to the bed and that's exactly what I did.
Lying on the bed wondering how to get on with today I slept and slept some more until it was well, I'm ashamed to admit but until it was 10:00 am.
There wasn't a singular shade of worry cast upon my features, there was no guilt to speak of and looking around with a refreshed pair of eyes I saw the cat curled up into an impossibly cute ball of soft fur, lying next to me and there was only so much I could do from gushing into a hopeless ball of mush.
He eyed me sleepily, gave my arms a little head bump to acknowledge and express his affection and sleeps still on my bed.
As for me, I ran a couple errands went out for a bit and now sit nursing thoughts of coffee.
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