Our cat woke me up at 5 a.m. She has a habit now, stretching back several months, of waking me up at various early-morning hours with a cute little meow--she only uses it at this time of day, and it's very tender and loving, a little "Mraw? Mraw?" from just outside the room...then she either comes in, purrs and jumps up on the bed next to me, or goes on to the guest bedroom to sleep. It would melt my heart, if I weren't so damn exhausted and sleep-deprived...and getting more so, these days, because of her. (Yes, occasionally I manage to go back to sleep despite this interruption, but much less often than I'd like. My fortunate husband sleeps right through most of these incidents.)
When you're sleep-deprived, everything just starts to look bleak. All your aspirations look ridiculous, you feel lonely no matter how many loving people are around you, and you feel like your body and mind are disintegrating.
On that happy note, time to start the day.
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