A fat cat rests on the end of my bed.
Unusual.
because I've long since exiled felines from my living quarters
but it's raining and this one knocked...
So I let it in to keep my company while I lay in bed, avoiding the site of my bruised limbs and listening to the song birds converse on wet branches.
Cars are whizzing by on the main road outside my open window, creating the deafening sound of rushing on slick asphalt, but the cat doesn't seem to mind.
I think, neither do I.
Maybe it is a morning lullaby, and I am meant to sleep again.
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