On my futon my cat Shamus sleeps.
He lays there, upside down and stretched out, without a care in the world. From time to time I wander over and rub his belly. He doesn’t stir, or if he does, it’s to half open one eye before falling back to sleep.
How trusting he is! How much I envy him is simple faith, while I still remain grateful that he has a home where that faith can survive undamaged. I sometimes wish I had that.
I’m tired now, it’s been a long day, and the days are going to get longer. Soon I too will rest and dream.
Maybe sleep will wash away some of this discontent.