Good Morning, Sunshine

Going To Sleep

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Dying is like going to sleep.
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It was the morning of the 23th of December and it was far too early to be awake. In my opinion. Especially considering the fact that I didn't have to work. I could have slept for hours still.

Everything could have been great. If it hadn't been for my cat. Because that little bastard had decided that, after not being willing to return to the warmth and safety of the house when I'd called for him the previous evening, he'd have to drop the death mouse he'd caught god knows where, right in my face.

Needless to say that I was wide awake.

And screaming. I was screaming too.

I might have accidentally slapped myself in the desperate attempt of getting rid of the cold mass that pressed against my lips and didn't smell very pleasant too.

I mean, it's rather hard not to scream when you are forcefully woken from beautiful dreams of delicious christmas cookies and cosy evenings in front of the fire place by a squishy, cold mass on your face.

My cat, on the other hand, didn't think it kind of me to scream at his amazing catch which he had so selflessly offered to me as the perfectly balanced breakfast I needed. He showed his displeasure by hissing at me in anger as I stared back at the little bastard. Not that I could make out very much. It was mainly green glowing eyes I saw due to the severe darkness of winter mornings in Germany.

Then the eyes were gone and I heard the soft noise of kitty paws hitting the floor. My cat had left me with the mouse. He'd do what he was best at: sulk for the rest of the day. Mealtimes excluded.

I sighed. The mouse couldn't stay in bed with me. One of us had to go. Since I was the one paying rent it got clear rather quickly that I wouldn't be the one who'd have to leave.

Bye, bye, mouse.

I gingerly grabbed the little body and rolled out of bed. The wooden floor was cold against my naked feet and a shiver ran down my spine.

With a sigh I stumbled through my dark room, the mouse dangling from my hand and reached for the switch to turn on the light.

After a silent clicking noise my bedroom was flooded with light far too bright for my tortured eyes to tolerate and I blinked rapidly until my eyes had gotten used to the new brightness.

With the lights on I was now able to detect little wet pawprints all over the floor. I didn't have to wonder who had left them there. There was only one suspect. The little mouse delivery man.

"Jaromir" , I growled. I'd planned on serving him something special on christmas evening but now I wasn't so sure if my little spoiled pet predator deserved that.

Well, I would not decided that now, I decided and left the bedroom behind.

I was halfway to the kitchen, my cat not in sight, when the little body in my hand started to wiggle.

I shrieked and nearly let got of the little animal's tail.

The mouse was still alive. Great. That much for the hunting talent of Jaromir.

I'd plannend on throwing the mouse away but that was not an option anymore. The little thing had to be brought outside again. It would probably freeze to death out there but that was how nature worked. I certainly wouldn't keep it. If it stayed, Jaromir would find it again.