Up Early

I was up really early, 5am. I just woke up, don't know why. 

There were gentle flashing lights blinking through the slight gap in the Venetian blinds, and I stood at my balcony door windows and watched a guy in hiviz with muscular arms pull a trolley loaded with milk to the shops around the corner in the dark. I have no idea why he was parked his truck in front of our place.

Then, I went back to bed, and of all things, I was too warm to go back to sleep. Ever heard of that? So, I got up again.

I don't mind being up early, it's like having the whole world to myself.

I made coffee and sat on the couch with Milo my cat. He doesn't get much of a look in when the bulldogs are around. and he likes pats too. He is soft and small, He rolls over onto his back and lets me pat his tummy.

6am'ish, I sign into work.

Still love working from home.

There were no emails waiting for me, so I went back to writing stories and patting Milo.

6.50am. Bruno was up, and Milo made his exit. Mr Snuffleupagus quickly climbed up onto the couch where Milo had been moments before. He proceeded to lick my hand as I typed.

7am. Otto was up.

7.05am. Sam was up.