I should be asleep.

It's late. I'm tired, and cold. I've been sick for more than a week, and the painkillers are wearing off again.

But I'm snuggled amid three blankets and a cat. He was uninvited, but he's purring so comfortably, and it's his birthday and it seemed rude to kick him out.

Tell me a story. Sing me to sleep. I don't want to be alone.

Goodnight.