Concurrence

With my bed facing the window instead of being under it, the sun blinds me at around 10:30am. The cat sees that I’m awake and runs to me, kneading biscuits on my blanket, pushing pin-prick claws into my warm skin beneath it. I pet her cheek to shush her. She circles and drops on my chest in a frenzy of purrs and rests there for a few solid minutes before commencing mega-headbutts. Can I still claim that I don’t wake to an alarm?

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