who watches the sleeper?

Their eyes look my size, almost. As I sit at their bedside, in what would be whisker reach if they had whskers, I feel we are almost the same species. In sleep her eyes almost open in the dreamer’s watching. I can ignore the peripheral sprawl of long limbs, the thickness of neck, can mentally fur her funny pug face into being feline.


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  1. Maura said

    Hi Valderbar! I’m glad you stopped by yesterday. Your site is definitely unique and I’ve enjoyed poking around looking for hidden mice. 🙂

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