Still very much lost in the fog of sleep, I realize Daniel is falling back into bed after getting up to feed the cats and to let them out of the study. I glance up at the clock: 6:03 a.m. Good, I still have a couple hours left before we have to get up and get ready for church. It only takes me about 30 seconds to slip back into a deep sleep. Five minutes later, I am brought out of my reverie by a lion-sized purring in my face and a heavy weight on my chest. Before I have a chance to react, Daniel yells and jerks awake tossing another furry cannonball onto the floor. Having 8 lbs. of fur landing on your head is apparently a bit startling. The next half hour is interrupted by a serious of random noises as every loose item in our room plays musical chairs. The tinkering is then replaced by the sound of Thumper and his clan running through our apartment. At one point, the parade marches over the bed (and our supposedly sleeping forms) and back out the bedroom door. I can't tell you how long this lasted as my eyes were still shut; I was hoping this was all part of an elaborate dream. The loud motor returns in the form of a fluffy head under my chin and soft paws playing the piano on my face. Her jealous brother decides to stand over me and thoroughly wash both my hands. Everything freezes as the obnoxious alarm demands attention. Daniel and I stumble out bed and out of the room with our entourage in tow. Suddenly, Daniel pauses and gives me a look. After only a second's hesitation, we dash back into the the room, slam the door and jump back into bed for 60 more seconds of sleep before having to face the reality of yawning during the sermon.
Monday, January 21, 2008
One Sunday Morning
Still very much lost in the fog of sleep, I realize Daniel is falling back into bed after getting up to feed the cats and to let them out of the study. I glance up at the clock: 6:03 a.m. Good, I still have a couple hours left before we have to get up and get ready for church. It only takes me about 30 seconds to slip back into a deep sleep. Five minutes later, I am brought out of my reverie by a lion-sized purring in my face and a heavy weight on my chest. Before I have a chance to react, Daniel yells and jerks awake tossing another furry cannonball onto the floor. Having 8 lbs. of fur landing on your head is apparently a bit startling. The next half hour is interrupted by a serious of random noises as every loose item in our room plays musical chairs. The tinkering is then replaced by the sound of Thumper and his clan running through our apartment. At one point, the parade marches over the bed (and our supposedly sleeping forms) and back out the bedroom door. I can't tell you how long this lasted as my eyes were still shut; I was hoping this was all part of an elaborate dream. The loud motor returns in the form of a fluffy head under my chin and soft paws playing the piano on my face. Her jealous brother decides to stand over me and thoroughly wash both my hands. Everything freezes as the obnoxious alarm demands attention. Daniel and I stumble out bed and out of the room with our entourage in tow. Suddenly, Daniel pauses and gives me a look. After only a second's hesitation, we dash back into the the room, slam the door and jump back into bed for 60 more seconds of sleep before having to face the reality of yawning during the sermon.
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