My bedroom walls are covered with black & white blow up posters of all the places I would like to visit but probably will not…Paris, London, Gloucestershire, anywhere in Scotland and Stockholm. Did I mention that I am a teeny bit claustrophobic? Oh well, now you know.
I also have huge posters of every animal I have ever owned…except for the 4 goldfish I once bought at Sam’s Club. They actually died before I could come up with exotic names for them…
“Hello, Emma,” I whispered to my sleeping cat.
She looked up from her favorite resting spot…the top of my bed pillow…and smiled.
“Are you going to have your customary glass of red wine tonight, Tobey?” she asked.
Do you think its odd to talk for your pet? Or to your pet? Move into an apartment building that has a lot of senior citizen tenants with pets. It’s not odd. Normal. Very normal.
Besides…if someone asks you a question, it would be rude not to answer…
I turned on my bathroom night-light and politely answered my cat’s question.
“Not tonight dearest, exhausted.”
I was only able to read for about ten minutes which really ticked me off since this book was so exciting. But my eyes were starting to close so I put the book on my night stand, turned off the floor lamp by my bed and cursed because I had forgotten to turn off the hall light.
I dragged myself out of bed and padded down the hall, hit the switch off and cursed again since I was now in total darkness…having forgotten to turn my living room night-light on. I flipped that light on and trundled down the hall.
I apologized to God for being so tired as I said my nightly prayers.
“Dear God. I’m sorry. Than you. Help everyone. Amen.”
I put my head down on the pillow and rolled over on my right side…then rolled to my left side…almost unconscious at this point… but then…I rolled back to my right side…AND THEN…
..here we go…