wednesday morning
the house is still dark. early morning light is starting to creep in the windows, but just barely. the cream colored tabby lays herself across my chest, glowing in the laptop’s glare. she nestles against me and purrs so hard i feel my lungs vibrate.
the air conditioner kicks on and disturbs her meditation. she stretches and walks across me, perching on the arm of the couch. her face buried in my half full water glass. the glass tips as she crams more of her head into it. she drinks.
