Time again. Can’t seem to get past it.
Slept most of the day, marched for a couple of hours. The march went on for a seemingly long time (but wasn’t, really) and was most enjoyable, all in pink. Sleep lasted a minute or so, I am quite sure, between falling and waking. But the clock said a few hours had passed unnoticed even in my dreams.
So, I brushed the cat. And enjoyed the moment again and again and yet again.