There were nights - more and more each time - when sleep played cat and mouse with me. Following and chasing one another in turns. Without catching up not even once. When it caught me up, it licked my eyelids slowly, with its tongue of shadows, and just for a moment I felt I could with the tip of my fingers touch the sweet corner of resting. But quickly it jumped forward or upward and again I chased it waving my hands in the cold air of the bedroom. And so 50, 500,... millions of times each night. Until dawn with arms akimbo stopped at last the game.
That nights - more and more - I liked having her by my side. Feel the weight of her little body next to me on the bed. I heard her purring from the very edge of the sleep and move nervous when it went away from between my arms. Some nights, she, angry, run after it, caught it and put it defeated proudly on my bed. ”Miaow!”
Translated from a story chosen to take part in the anthology of the contest "BELOVED ANIMALS"