I’ve started to learn a lot about myself over the last couple of weeks.
I think I will forever not be a morning person no matter how early I go to bed
I prefer to make the dinner rather than do the dishes
There is a very grey line between leaving your leg outside of the covers at night just enough to keep you cool and exposing your leg enough for a monster to grab you
I rescued her off of a wooden beam. I heard her meowing when I was walking my dog. I plucked her off the pole and set her on the ground.
What am I going to do with this cat? I said to myself
Oh, I will put posters up and her owners will call!
No one called.
She started out as “the new kitty”, something informal so as not to get attached.
When 2009 came and went and I still
had her, I dropped the formalities and just called her kiddy, but got creative
changed the t to a d and added the “ie” to the end
So, this said kiddie sleeps on my bed at night.
She likes to sleep close to me and occasionally rests her paw on me.
Which is cool, ya know, at 5:30 in the afternoon when I’m on the couch.
2:42am, when i leap up thinking it is the above described leg grabbing monster, not.so.much.
at what age do many of us develop our fear of the darkness? The stillness of night? What is it about the lights off vs the lights on that makes ones mind wander? Why do we assume that the boogie man cannot find us under the covers as opposed to on top of them?