Sleep was inside me

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...sleep that's inside everything... - Dean Young, "Bell Tower"

the evening session ran late
and sleep was inside me

like the cat in her crate
on our way to the vet,
howling and coiling from grate

to grate, so the carrier tipped
and hit my knee with
every shift of her weight.

Home at last, her plush
cat bed at the open gate,
what did she do,

but hesitate.

Image by Android, from a photograph of my sister's cat.
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