In The Early Hours

I wake to the sound of small bells and the pressure of paws on my stomach. It’s a half hour before my alarm goes off, so I crack open one eye to spy on Sati, who has brought me several of his favorite toys like strange gifts throughout the night. Taking his feather ball with the bells in my hand, I yawn and throw it into the living room. Sati bounds off the bed and disappears. There is a moment of quietude, and I close my eyes and drift back to sleep, and then ruffling and jingling and suddenly, a feather toy on my chest, and a wide-eyed Sati on my stomach, waiting. I throw it again. This goes on until the alarm goes off. Meanwhile, the deep red curtains brace against the strong morning light. We seem to be all that exists in the gray dusky cocoon of this apartment, except for the soft rumbling of trains passing a mile or so away, reminding us we aren’t really alone. It only seems that way, in the early hours. And Sati waits.


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