For a time I lived awakened by the birds and a purring kittty and the golden dawn.

I would evacuate and then make a pot of French press and sit and and enjoy a cigarette and caffeine while my kitty and I watched hummingbirds flit among them flowers.

I would sleep when my work was done and I was tired. I’d bathe before bed and curl up with the kitty purring at my feet.

Minutes are a human construct. Rebel against them.