That all I could do was perish in my bed last night like wax that begins collecting in a pool at the bottom of a candle would be accurate because I sat deliquescing all the while holding a book, watching the words shift and morph into each other forming sentences that my eyes refused to realise and I soon fused with my sheets, sinking into the bed and knowing nothing of dreams until a large meow from outside followed by a small one from the room woke me up and I knew I'd slept for a delicious five hours which is more than what I could ask for these days.
Senior cat who's been avoiding baby kitten had spent the night out and sat on the ledge outside the bedroom window to rouse its inmates to let him in while the little babe meowed out of hunger and the need to use litter box.
Two moods one house, broken sleep.
There haven't been many occasions when I could triumphantly say that I cleaned my house at 5:30 in the Morning but today was that day and when I say cleaned I don't mean vacuum it out alive .
I've taken to sweeping it almost twice daily because two cats make enough mess and so this morning I took to my broom like a witch and mopped after.
That my floors currently reflect the heavens would be an understatement because it sits twinkling like the bleeding space and all its secrets.
(Did I mention I need more sleep?)
And now?
It's almost 9 in the am and I sip lemon water, contemplating tea, workout and how to plan today to optimise whatever time I have left because honestly it was barely six when I toyed with the idea of making the recipe for today and clicking pictures so as to leave me with more time but instead I played with the kitten until she slept and then I tried a bit of that thing called sleeping but it was an unsuccessful adventure.
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