The Best Time of Day

The best time of day
is not day at all.
It is when the house settles
with a sigh and final creak.
The lamp has been switched off,
and I burrow into the flannel sheets
and a pillow the size of my head.
It is then,
in the darkness,
that the cat slowly crawls over the pillow.
I lift the blanket
and extend my right arm.
He arranges himself in the nook,
draping his paws over my arm,
and resting his head.
He may or may not purr-
But it is in that moment
that I feel pure happiness
and what it must be like
to be loved…

So I have a pretty big birthday coming up at the end of next month. I’m trying to think of something I can do to commemorate it, and I’m also trying to come up with content for this┬áblog.

If I did one of those “a post a day” things, what do you guys think I should write about? What would you like to read about? I want to share things that you want to read, so let me know what interests you, or what you’d like to see from me this coming month!

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