Lightning. THUNDER. Pouring rain.
All night.
Steady, almost tranquil, encouraging slumber.
Alarming new noises escape from a phone.
It is Greg's.
His hand appears, coaxing it back into silence. Sleep returns without pause.
...
......
But not for me.
Oh 5:45 on a stormy Saturday morning!
Cozy, yet agitating.
Temptations to disturb the guilty's slumber arise.
Must. Be. Forgiving.
A window distracts.
Foggy street lamps. Burgeoning rain drops collecting on a bush. Dark clouds.
A mind, quickly swept away in thoughts.
Peace has returned to the galaxy.
But lo! Another disturbance offends!
Roscoe needs to pee.
Have a great day :-)
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