My human is awake! In the dark! With me! This is the BEST secret time.
The room is off. The big light is off, the little lights are off, but my human's face has its own light now, a small cold glow it holds close, and my human's eyes go down, down, down, the thumb sliding, sliding, feeding the glowing thing over and over. My human LOVES the glowing thing.
I know because it will not put it down. It will not put it down for the ball. I brought the ball. I brought the GOOD ball. It did not see the ball.
The face is doing something. Not the happy smell. The tight jaw, the fast breath, the little sad sounds through the nose. My human keeps going down. There is always more down. My human is so brave, hunting something in that glow, hunting and hunting and never catching it, and never sleeping, which is the one thing I am VERY good at and could teach!
I put my head on the leg. Warm leg! The best leg!
The thumb slows. Stops. My human looks at me. FINALLY the eyes come up and they land on ME, and the sad smell cracks open a little, and a hand comes down heavy and warm on my whole entire head.
Yes. YES. That is the thing. Not the glow. THIS. The hand, the head, the two of us in the dark being the only ones awake in the whole world.
The glowing thing goes face-down on the blanket. My human breathes slow now. My human is going to sleep.
I win. I always win.
Tomorrow: breakfast!