Last night I woke up in the middle of the night. I went to get a glass of water, without turning on the lights, and thought I saw Riley curled up in the bathroom. I bent to pet him but of course he wasn’t there. 1/ 
I headed back to bed but thought “I should write a poem about this.” I forgot all about it until I found this snip in my to do list for today:
I see you in the shadows
Curled up like a croissant
A flake of tail visible until I approach
So there’s an insight into sleepy GR mom
I see you in the shadows
Curled up like a croissant
A flake of tail visible until I approach
So there’s an insight into sleepy GR mom
Please note I do not write poems! This is another sign of a troubled late night mind!
