For me, serenity is something that does not exist. My nights are filled with intense dreams, most are forgotten, yet the emotional toll they extract is till evident. My days are hectic, scurrying to make up time from the moment my head leaves the pillow. i know there is a thing called peace, though, for my cat reminds me daily. Taunting me, teasing me, lying there with that smug grin affixed to her angelic face. Surely she does not mean to torment me so just by napping in plain sight. Or, maybe that is the way of the feline. Remind me of what i can not do, can not obtain in my slumber. i am happy for her, though, this peaceful cat. If she had not joined our household on that Christmas eve years ago, she would have instead been forced to sleep forever.
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