Is was the familiar dull pain that dragged me out of bed at some 4:30 in the morning. I reached for the impossible container of heavy duty Tylenol and washed it down mechanically, not bothering to calculate the hours since the last. Then I went straight for the old bag of frozen peas and and sank right into the couch. Fiona, deep in her own sleep on the plushy green blanket, hardly budged. I read through some bad news on my phone while the cold did its thing. And when it was done I crawled back into bed to try my luck at sleep. Again. This time I had some company. Pepe pushed the bedroom door open and announced his presence. The weight of his footsteps had already given him away. There was one shrill cry before he jumped on the bed. The curious silhouette came to find me and settled heavily on my chest. One of those rare instances where I could feel the full weight of him - a body without fear. He settled in and stretched his paw out across my left shoulder. He purred loudly. And for a while we just sat there in the dark, appreciating each other's company. He might have very well stayed in that spot all night. But the pain had the final say. I tossed and turned - and he abandoned ship - until sleep put me out of my misery. Again.
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