She sleeps better than I do.
I wake up to drink water. I wake up to pee. She sleeps.
The cat comes in.
Lies down. Gets up. Walks around.
I pet the cat. He is not still. I fight the cat. It's his fault. Eject him from the room.
She sleeps.
I grab Amanda's poetry book and Amanda's book about asking
and make coffee. She sleeps.
I read the news and the sports and another poem and another chapter.
Plows scrape the street.
Today is a free day for sleeping and I'm making a list.
She sleeps.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
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