To wake up with a lingering headache that comes not from migraine but tattered sleep.
Half way through the day and I feel the hovering thrum on my head, like a lightweight kraken trying to engulf a boat.
Not that I'm making excuses but it's the cat to blame.
He develops singular eccentric habits every now and then and varies his affliction of nocturnal cruelties on hapless humans.
He'd taken to sleeping each night for the same number of hours without disturbing a soul the past few weeks, but this has decidedly changed because now he's up and about at 4:00 wanting food, after which he wants to play or go out.
The problem is that this little fur fiend likes to do these activities in batches and I keep waking up every few minutes after being cozy, to resolve his needs.
It could be said that I shouldn't listen to him, but he makes it hard not to. From scratching the bed post to walking all over me, to stealing his paw inside the duvet to wake me up.
The only way out for me is to change my wake up timings so I don't have to feel miserable about waking up every small interval.
Instead of being up at 5:45 I should now change my sleep cycle to be up at 4:00 because that's the time after which I find it impossible to get a symmetrical sleep.
I know I know it's ridiculous but I don't see a way out and it doesn't look like it's about to stop anytime soon.
This has been going on for almost ten days now and I can't keep popping in and out of my covers half a dozen times to answer for his meowing.
I mean I locked the bedroom door and let him stay out, but the sorrowful little tiny voices that he emanated from his little person made me feel like a demon.
Sometimes I absolutely hate not being alone.
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