She Was.

I never, ever sleep with the shutters open. I hate waking up to bright light in the morning. But, last night I had to leave the shutters open or die by paint fume and fell asleep in the orange glow of the street lights.

I woke up to the softest, gossamer morning light. It was almost like it was peeking in through the shutters.

The rat is Pipi’s. She must be feeling a little insecure because she has taken to carrying her toys around with her from room to room. If she accidentally forgets the rat (her favourite – go figure!) on the veranda when we come inside, she cries and paws at the door until I let her go back out and get it.

I think I’m going to become a morning person.