The display lights the darkness; three thirty-eight… wonderful. You really have to do something about that Twitter notification that sounds like a text and drags you awake, like it or not… just in case. The next hour passes in dogged refusal to get up. You try meditation…at least you are relaxing… till the pre-dawn cold creeps into bed with you.
You give up and throw back the duvet, shivering in the frozen night. There is perhaps something to be said for heating the bedroom a little, but the dressing gown is warm as you huddle into its folds.
Downstairs profanities appear to wander through the eyes of the dog who dutifully drags herself to the door to greet you nevertheless, yawning and stretching like a cat. ‘What time do you call this?’ she appears to say… and you wonder how long it will be before she demands her morning walk…
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