Modern medicine…there is that downside.
I don’t mind being awakened liking to write in the wee hours. There’s such a peace in it when all you have as company is an occasional taxi whooshing by.
What I do mind this particular night is it disturbed the dream I was having.
It was spring as far as I could tell having so little on. I was walking where there were mighty trees flanking me on all sides. I was happy in this dream till suddenly the ground started to shake and out popped my mother in a shirtwaist and apron holding a platter of some food I couldn’t identify. It was probably my father, over-light. Damn that Prednisone. I went from the Rainforest to hell without passing go.
This is when a kitty to talk to would be a nice thing to have. Cats always get up when you do since they are true opportunists. They just never know if a fish may be in their future. I remember Missy, my last cat, would follow me into the bathroom blinking when I turned on the light. She’d sit at my feet while I half consciously peed, trailing me back to bed fish or no fish. I must say I miss that feline camaraderie more than I can say.
Yes I know…Susannah it’s time you make that little trip to the pound.