I know I should be in bed..

I know I should be in bed..

..but the cat’s out, and though I know she’d be ok, I can’t sleep if she’s out. It’s not that I’m worried about her, I’m just used to sensing her presence in the bed. That probably sounds as bad as my crazy bed/window/astronaut fear. It’s totally irrational/illogical, but impossible to ditch. (Duck: if you laugh any louder, I’ll be able to hear you from here..)

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