No sleeping late on bright mornings. And I’ve got coffee.
No sleeping late on bright mornings. And I’ve got coffee.
deSunlight pierces the window precisely at 6:30 a.m. I feign sleep but sense brown eyes penetrating my deceit. I know the flutter of an eyelid, a shift of sore hips, one lateral move of a blanketed foot will mean my 60-pound blue heeler leaping onto the bed and draping his torso across mine. For Cowboy, …
dream ranch 