sleep deprived

Was it the clicking of nails on wood flooring at the foot of the bed, or the heavy panting that woke me? Or perhaps the rhythmic sound that jarred with my dream. Am I hearing a clicking of keyboard keys through the open door? Hardly the setting for a horror show, but rather the life of someone with dogs looking to me to start their morning. That last hour before ‘needing’ to get up should be the best sleep. But it is not to be today. After all, their Alpha ( my wife) has been up almost an hour.

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