The alarm went off for the second time, shattering the precious relief of an extra ten minutes of rest.
Rest and avoidance.
It was still dark but suggesting the beginnings of light.
He rolled over onto his left side, cracked his eyes open minimally and looked through the sliding glass doors at dark silhouettes of trees dancing in the stiff, cold, early morning breeze.
Looking down he noticed his cat sitting pretty, sitting upright, looking through the same sliding glass doors.
She had her back to him, sitting motionless.
It occurred to him with sobering clarity that her thoughts, in their purity, were deeper than his own.