Opening one eye, I can see the red glow of the digital clock
numbers burning through the darkness. Hard to read without
my glasses. Maybe if I squint, that’s it. Is that a 2? Or a 7?
Couldn’t be 7, it would be lighter outside.
I look across the bed. The GLW is still asleep. The cat is
too, across the pillow and circling her head like some
bizarre Spring Carnival living fur hat. Glad the cat is
comfortable, I would hate to think she had a broken sleep.
What day is it? Saturday would be good. Could be Saturday,
or Sunday. Two chances in seven, what’s that….around 30%.
Not bad. I can’t remember what day it is. Still can’t read the
clock either. And I need a piss.
Someone (sorry, forgotten who it was) wrote a lovely piece on waking at 4 something am. This isn’t.