Sleeping With A Furry Helicopter
Some nights, having Newlie in bed with me is like sleeping with a furry helicopter.
The first part of last night was unremarkable. He laid snuggled against the side of me, my arm around his shoulders, and his head on my chest and we both slept. At some point during the night, he must have heard me stirring, so he got up from where he was laying, and flopped sideways on me for a belly rub. I complied for two seconds, then pushed him off, turned over on my side and he proceeded to plaster himself to my back. I woke up enough to realize that I was laying perilously on one inch of mattress with a shred of blanket. On the other side of Newlie stretched a vast expanse of bed that no one was laying on and most of my blanket was underneath him. I turned again, and laying on my back, I was able to grab a little extra space and a bit of cover. I doze for a few minutes and then hear a noise. For some unaccountable reason, Newlie is now laying upside down, and when I open my eyes, I see two big hairy legs and feet up in the air by my shoulders. I ignore the invitation for another belly rub. He flops on me again, facing toward my feet, so all I see are his shoulders, a big head and ears. I try to ignore the invitation for a back rub, but feel bad, and give him a scratch or two.
When my alarm goes off, all too soon, he jumps up like he's at a race and hears the gate open. I hit the snooze button which he regards with contempt. He stares down at me, hoping that he can hypnotize me into vaulting out of bed the way he does, but it doesn't work. When I finally do get up. he races down the hall, periodically stopping to look back and see where I am, and circling back to make sure I haven't got lost along the way. So it begins.