I can feel the coffee staining my teeth, the last drops sitting at the bottom of my mug, the extra sugar piled high inside, like an island surrounded by sludge. The island rocks gently as my hand unsteadily grips the mug. Too much caffeine and too little sleep following too much alcohol and too little to eat. But I can't sleep, not yet. I can't drink either. Not yet.
My cat leaps up onto the armrest beside me. He looks at me inquisitively, sniffing first my hand, then my cup, before looking away in utter disinterest. He sits with his feet gathered beneath himself, staring out the window at nothing in particular. Tail waving slightly, as if being carried by the circulation of air in the room.
His eyes suddenly light up with interest, and I follow his gaze to the squirrel outside sitting on a tree branch. The cat makes a quiet mewl to no one in particular. Perhaps he is talking to the squirrel. Maybe he's imagining the conversation he would have with it if he could only get out there to talk to it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see you getting into your car. I watch as the brake lights flicker on, and the car pulls away.
I yawn, draw the curtain, and finally, finally, sit down on the bed.
Same time again tomorrow morning.
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