morning
My dog has her head propped up against a tv tray. Her cheek is resting on the edge and I can’t imagine a world where that feels comfortable. Her eyes are rolling around in her head and her lids are drooping as she fights sleep. Whenever I stop typing, her eyes open just a bit more, to see what I’m doing. The other dog is snuggled against my leg, her ear twitching against my ankle.
The house is quiet. I finished my grading for the morning, ate some breakfast, and am sipping coffee - waiting for my sweetie to wake up & face the day.