It has become ritual.
Two in the morning Rose moves,
First placing her front paws on my left leg
To ease access to the space between my calves.
Over time I have moved from complete rejection,
Pushing her to the unoccupied space near my feet,
To coupling her desire for closeness
With my feeling of connection.
If, by two-twenty I had not fallen asleep again,
My feelings became somewhat ambiguous
Because her weight on the blanket
Makes any movement on my part impossible.
For the next five minutes I will try
Turning onto my back and moving my left leg.
Failing to do either I’d twist my head
And encourage her to relocate.
Inevitably, I would claw my way up the bed,
Thereby allowing me to get one leg
Over her head,
Freeing me to consider relocation.
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