There are times when I wake up in the morning after a tranquil, dreamless slumber. I blink once or twice, snug in an impregnable fortress of sheets. Faint light filters through the curtains, spreading across the floor and reaching the foot of my bed. With a yawn, I roll to the side, my toes groping to find a certain pair of fuzzy slippers. I stand, closing my eyes and taking a moment to take in the sounds. I hear among the distant droning of cars a cat's purr. For a moment, all is right with the world. Then . . .
"Oh shit, I'm late for work!"
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