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A long, long sleep

A famous sleep

That makes no show for dawn

By stretch of limb or stir of lid,

— an independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?

Within a hut of stone

To bask the centuries away

Nor once look up for noon?

– Emily Dickinson

Pepper, trying to establish that being a cat is infinitely more rewarding, sleep-wise, than being a human.

Where did I hide my peace of mind?

And today ends with some familiar and some new molecules of restlessness, longing and an itch to up and leave.

Casper, mimicking my state of mind. Where did I hide my peace of mind?

I am hanging on to ‘this too shall pass’ for dear life.

What do you do when you want something, but you know you may not be happy once you have it? You look the other way and try and erase the memory of  what you saw?

Meanwhile, Casper just yawned at all this drama.

And then, there was Amy Winehouse, with her violently beautiful voice, belting out words that felt like they had been strained from my thoughts.

Curse these hormones.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Casper, the friendly cat.

As long as theres milk and cake, anyway.

In askance