One night recently, I was tossing and turning, my body still in a time zone far away, back in the crash pad in the city to start work the next day. On the nightstand there was not just a small flashlight, there was a camera, where I'd taken a photo the night before of a vase of my Mom's I'd placed there.
I thought I'd heard Barkley during the night, wondering if he prowls while I sleep. What IS he up to out there in that dark, quiet space? I imagine him just bustling about, waiting until it's time for slippers and breakfast, doing his best to keep me safe from nefarious creatures.
In the dark, I heard the huff of his breath, so I grabbed the camera and took the shot without really looking, rolled over and went back to sleep.
You know, it's probably best I DON'T know what Barkley does at night when I'm asleep.
