Fell asleep last night with the phone on my pillow. I was listening to an audiobook as I dozed off, instead of leaving it on my nightstand as usual, I put it on the pillow next to me.
This was necessary because Trotz, still a bit doped up on Benadryl, felt the need to cuddle, thereby placing an 85lb wall of fur between me and the nightstand.
So, throughout the night, I kept waking to voices in my head, telling me stories I couldn’t keep up with. I would fumble around under the blankets and pillows, retrieve the phone, only to shove it further away from me. Finally, thankfully, the battery ran down, the phone shut off, and I slept soundly for a few hours.
Trotz was still sleeping when I started coming around this morning. The rain was just starting to let up, it was cool and dim in the cabin. Instead of the usual immediate struggle to get out of bed and get the day started, I stayed where I was for awhile, listening to the soft patter of rain on the metal roof, idly stroking Trotz’s tail. He had turned in his sleep, moving his head off the pillow and down to the foot of the bed, placing his tail within petting range. This is not a favorite with Trotz, but his tail is so soft and bushy, it’s hard to resist.
I fumble around a bit, put the dead cell phone on the nightstand and get the TV remote, all one handed, without moving much. Harry Potter marathon is on. This is a good day for it. Trotz is starting to get annoyed with the tail playing, but is resolutely keeping his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.
After a few moments, I decide to start the morning. I hear Trotz heave a sigh from the foot of the bed. He stands, pulling his tail from my loose grasp, then flicking me in the face with it, he’s a jerk but I kinda asked for that. After a long stretch, he steps behind me, I roll on my side, dropping my legs over the edge of the bed, looping my downside over Trotz, he stands again, effectively pushing me into an upright position. I don’t know why he does this, he just does. Most days, I can sit up on my own, but he seems to think this is helpful enough for a random early morning treat. He is usually correct, I toss him a tiny liver treat.
He goes to the door, jumps up and looks out the window. The grin from the treat disappears as he turns his massive head to look at me. With a huff, he jumps back up on the bed and boinks me in the head with his nose. I laugh, give him a hug, then push him away so I can search for my boots. He plops down at the foot of the bed and closes his eyes.
His meaning is clear.
It’s Saturday and it’s barely dawn. He wants to sleep in a bit.