The Order of the Universe

Tossing and turning in the gray morning, unable to sleep, not ready to rise, it is Sketch who jumps on the bed and decides the day has begun. I get up without argument, let him out, and when he returns I am at one end of the couch, reading the paper on my Fire. Sketch jumps up on the other end and goes back to sleep, which always makes me smile. This is our reveille for a new day.