we sleep - i don't know if fish sleep or if lizards sleep. mancub, sam, and i sleep at our house.

sam is a cat. a big black & white with a loooong tail. he sleeps in a generous fashion. his style is deep and rich, ample and extreeme. he sleeps often and well. he most often curls into a big fuzzy ball, complete. i can't hardly think of a time when he looked beary eyed upon awaking! i also seldom see him dreaming- no twiching, no running in his sleep. he is heavy and settled. i am jealous of his sleep. especially his sun-cat-naps. i sleep heavy too sometimes, but i worry a lot before i drift away. something tells me that sam does not worry about his kibble or his catbox or tommorrow before slumber ushers him into a land of catnip and sardines and smooches.

mancub sleeps in a contained fashion. he seldom gets into weird possitions, he sleeps on his side and occasionally on his back. he can stay up late, seldom looks really tired. he can really REALLY sleep in too, when the sun strikes the window the shutters of his eyelids must be impermeable! mancub is really luscious, he is cute at any angle while asleep, his closed eyes display those thick eyelashes that men sometimes sport to make we women feel optically inferior! i love the timber of his breathing and the chemistry of being under the covers next to him is like a yummy margarita haze. he is great to spoon with, likes to be touched, is happy with closeness.

i, on the other hand can be a bit weird and unattractive in the sleep category. queen of impossible positions. famous for waking up in a muscle-lock-down because i stayed in a weird shape all night. my hair can get peculiar, with large portions of hairmass leaning to the west or skyward. upon awaking, eyes don't cooperate... they take severe coaxing and scolding to focus through the swollen- actually my entire face can get swollen, not just my eyes! not pretty. at 9 p.m., my body will start it's slow transformation into toad-dom, i close down like i have gone into brain-arrest. if we try to watch late tv in bed, i disapear from the conscious world... which disapoints mancub, poor guy. just when he wants to comment about a funny or interesting momment on the boob-tube, he looks over and sees X X eyes, like in the cartoons. i don't snore, really, according to mancub i "buzz", which has startled me on numerous occasions. perhaps i become another creature upon sleeping, another kind of a living thing - not human, not animal, not reptile,,, well, maybe closest to a reptile.

but i do love the company i keep when the sun goes down. sam the cat and mancub. it is safe, real, and kind.