This has become her morn­ing rou­tine. She wakes up reluc­tantly, mak­ing dis­pleased noises, when I stir in the morn­ing. Then she lies there, snug­gled in the blan­ket, watch­ing me get ready (and get­ting great plea­sure, I’m sure). Then she climbs across the dress­ing table and goes behind the cur­tain and perches there on the ledge […]