Nuits blanches
“I sit and watch umbrellas fly…”
This could sum up my nights lately when most often, after 3 or 4 hours of sleep, I wake and then lye down in bed and wait for sleep to come back.
4 am, it is loud outside, the birds sing “out the wazoo” (oiseau!
) and the sky is gradually changing from dark to dark blue with sprinkles of golden lights into the horizon.
Soon the children of the night get tired and hungry and want to come home. Some of them scratch at the window to come inside. Squeak. I let the fur in and am immediately rewarded with a big cuddle on my big belly. Rubbing, rubbing and purring.
Fruit, chocolate, honey, cereal crackers and milk come my way.
Then after several hours, I wait to fall back into Morpheus’ sweet sweet arms.