A tug on my hair in the middle of the night. I yell "go away!" and turn over to try to sleep again, even though I'm in the middle of a hot flash, and my chest is dripping sweat. I know that in a few minutes I'll be freezing cold and need the blankets again, so I won't sleep until then.
A few hours later, as I waver between the worlds of dreaming and wakefulness, I feel a tap on my cheek. I ignore it, hoping it will go away. Another tap, this time more insistent on my eyebrow.
"Maybe if I turn over he'll go away", I think. So I do, and slowly slip back into that sweet unconscious state known as sleep. Until I feel a wet cold nose on my chin, and know that a tongue is about to come out. I pull a sheet up over my face, but that's tugged away.
Before I even open my eyes I start to giggle. At the sound of that, I'm pounced upon. My hair is pulled, my chin is licked by a very scratchy tongue, and I have at least 10 pounds of extra weight on my body. When I finally open my eyes I see 4 of my cats all staring at me, all competing for my attention, and all so very very happy that I'm awake!
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