(Saturday, May 17, 2014) Lola likes to go outside very early, before sunrise, to hunt for mice. I let her out the front door this morning and crawled back in bed. I was lying on my left side, facing the wall and the window. After awhile I felt the bed shake gently and heard the rapid, light scratching she does when she wants attention: she retracts her claws and leans forward on her haunches, making almost a swimming motion with her front paws.
I thought maybe Chris had let her in, but when I turned to look over the edge of the bed she wasn’t there. I went to the door and she was waiting for me.
The hypnagogic state between waking and dream sometimes holds sounds and physical sensations for me. I think of the hall at Rolduc (marching feet) and at the Virginia Beach hotel (African party).