Rustle up

Say one thing about today, say it doesn't feel like a Friday!
I was awake, wide with open eyes and sleep MIA at a little before 4 in the am, all because a cat decided it needed to be got out, Mr. Gogi, the original prima Donna and the kind of ruckus he generates, which isn't a meow, but rather a sharp clawing to the floor. Repeatedly! One can't help but wake up and usually I'm the chosen sufferer. Light sleeper and all that jazz.
So there I was opening the door and letting him out and once back in the cozy confines of my fresh linen I realised sleep had deserted me.
I kept at it though.
The thought of peeling myself away from my febrile fence in the cold didn't feel as beneficial and so I stayed and sometime later in the early hours of dawn I found sleep..what I also found was an extremely sexy dream which immediately consumed me, which I then started watching with utmost indulgence.
I mean I was sleeping, but the damn dream was like a story. It had so many facets and it carried on seamlessly with no plot holes and Uber sexy sequences that had me sweating in the nether regions.
Of course I had to be awake, of course I was blushing, of course I can't stop thinking about it .

The day goes on.
I got busy with chores and so here we are at 10, and I've not even started with my tea and so I shall go on ahead and begin my day.

More soon.

Hearts a plenty my darling.