Cat sitting in the open window at two thirty four in the morning, it is dark. It is dark but for the street lamps. She is staring out, peering this way and that, drawing in the night air through her nostrils. Then she settles and just stares out into the night.
It was dark in the flat, there was no sleep to release the mind from the day's turmoil. Tomorrow will be wilder, harder to work, there will be many people to try to keep happy.
Drink water from a bottle, try to calm down, make an unnecessary journey to the loo, la.
The cat turns away from the window and jumps into the room.
It is two forty.
Return to bed now, try to ignore the bronchial rumbling, now reduced but not gone.
The cat has jumped back into the window to continue her observations
It was dark in the flat, there was no sleep to release the mind from the day's turmoil. Tomorrow will be wilder, harder to work, there will be many people to try to keep happy.
Drink water from a bottle, try to calm down, make an unnecessary journey to the loo, la.
The cat turns away from the window and jumps into the room.
It is two forty.
Return to bed now, try to ignore the bronchial rumbling, now reduced but not gone.
The cat has jumped back into the window to continue her observations
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