Jan 25, 20231 min read

Prowler

As I lay in bed reading with

wifey dreaming next to me

I notice

out the corner of my eye

our bedroom door

swing open

seemingly on its

own

I tell myself relax

it's just the cat

seeking scratchies

then I remember

she's already

in bed

with

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