Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Sleep is a wonderful thing. When I get enough, it really isn't something I think about. When I don't get enough, well, its practically all I think about.

Last few nights haven't been all that productive in the sleeping department. What is interesting is what I notice when I'm not sleeping.

Walking around the house, I see all the dogs in their places:

• Rocky under the bed
• Maddie on the floor under the open window
• Fin in the old green chair that I refuse to toss because she loves it so
• Tazz on the end of the bed
• Kel sleeping soundly making little snoring sounds

The moon shines in through my skylight and the light in the room is quite pretty. Not one dog lifts a head as I plod around in the dark but I see sets of eyes watching me. I guess they are used to it.

I wonder if I get the camera and take pictures if that would bother anyone. I decide not to. I imagine that the flash might wake Kel up. Instead I think about sleep.

When the alarm wakes me up I think about sleep some more. I guess I get a few more hours tonight. Why is it that right this minute I know I could sleep for hours.....