when i took all the nyquil, i woke up and saw a man standing by the cat's dish. i guess i dreamed that i woke up and saw him, but in the dream/reality, i wasn't even scared.

the cat howls in the night. i hear him clattering amidst the dirty dishes on the counter, trying to paw his way outside. maybe he sees shadows of other cats dancing outside in the wind. he crawls next door on his belly. he comes back and smells like the night and dirt. he fits my hip, a small furry extension.