I am not a light sleeper. In fact, when I close my eyes and settle in for the night there is little that wakes me. OK, a 2 A.M. call of nature will get me out of bed. Back in bed I am engulfed in sweet dreams in no time at all. Occasionally, though, there are those nights when after a trip to the bathroom I find it difficult to get back to sleep. I lie there staring in the darkness seeing nothing.
Hoverer, though I see nothing, there is lots to hear.
From the bottom of the bed there comes a sound. A rumble of thunder? A jet flying by? No, it's Molly. Sound asleep and snoring. From outside a car goes by. Soon another and another. Where can they be headed to or returning from at this time of night? From the kitchen a sound starts. a rumble getting louder. The refrigerator is cycling. A rhythmic ticking from the non-digital clock counts off minutes I lie awake Instead of getting the sleep I need. From the dining room comes a familiar sound. A rasping hacking sound demanding action. Dustin just delivered a furball. Guess I gotta get up!