Morning sun

I'm sitting, drowsy, curled up in the corner of my sofa, using my laptop (as I always do these days -- the desktop sits unloved, covered in dust) to update, and thinking about what to write next. This corner of the sofa is bathed in sunlight on winter mornings once the leaves have fallen, as they are now beginning to do. So for now it's a dappled light, rays breaking through occasionally full force when they reach a leafless spot on the mulberry tree as the sun rises. I don't feel quite rested, and I'm putting off going to work. I'd rather sit here and write.

But I can't, and I have places to be after work, too, so the words will have to keep until tonight. My cat Minou has no such constraints on her time, however, so she, lucky thing, will stay on the windowsill above my bed, dreaming in the morning sun.