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Tonight the kitten is perched on the edge of a cliff. Her tiny gray paws are inches from the edge, her blue eyes wide and alarmed as she looks down. That tiny frame and that huge drop seem wrong even in my sleep-deprived mind.

I flop back on my pillows and shut my eyes. The image doesn't even flicker.

Open, shut. Open. Shut.

It won't go away.

All I want is to sleep.

Can you just let me sleep?

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