My husband asks, before bedtime, if I'm done for the night, with studying,
and I say that I haven't started,
but the cat is getting more use out of this rigid instruction than I, in her sleep-filled state,
her stress-free dreams, her to-do list done by her master,
no Gagne yanking her frayed leash, no Bloom neglecting her empty water dish,
just the perception of a calming surface of a textbook
serving no other purpose than a hard pillow on a cold night.
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