The door creaks open in the silent darkness. A huge fluffy monster squeezes through and pads across the floor. He bends down, shoves his face into the bowl and crunch crunch crunches his way through some food.
I’m sort-of awake. As the loud crunching happens, I wake up a bit more. Drenched in sweat, I try, and fail, to wipe my face. Crawling through to the bathroom, I bury my face in a towel, wipe it and then fill up my water glass.
When I return to the room, there’s a huge shape crouched on the floor, slurping at a bowl of water. That’s the fluffy monster, consuming his supper at 2.30am, I see on my watch.
Gulping my own water, I remain calm. In a minute, I’ll switch the Bodyscan CD on. Not yet: it will disturb my cat and I don’t want to annoy him.
Now I’m wide awake, turning over everything in my mind. The fan buzzes and whirrs but I’m still So Hot. These hot flushes last for a while before I can settle down.
The fluffy monster strides across the room to the door, pulls it towards him with a paw. It creaks as it opens to let him through. And then I’m alone again, dripping with sweat, wide awake.
And there are hours and hours of night to get through, still…
*1967. By Agatha Christie. Murder mystery.
I hope you managed to get back to sleep. Fluffy monster really is the most gorgeous kitty.
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Thank you. Was a bit of a bad night of sleeping 😖
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I respect your seering honesty. You don’t pull any punches. Take care. Kevin
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Thank you xxx
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Yes I agree, I find your posts refreshingly honest and open, something I feel comforted by when the black dog is on my back. Thanks
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I hope you’re not too tired today! The fluffy monster is lucky you’re so considerate waiting to put your CD on!! xxx
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Another stirring read!
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Gorgeous photo of your fluffy person! xoxoxo
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