Tuesday SOL- Good Morning!

     Good morning!

      The faint sound of something chirping slowly dragged me from my sleep. I had fallen asleep on my side, looking most angelic, but woke up as usual on my stomach with blankets thrown on and off again, half covering my head and half hanging off the bed. My pillows, which most definitely both started out at the top of my bed under my head, were thrown on opposite sides of the bed.
     The chirping started up again. Where was it even coming from? I slowly lifted my head and opened one eye carefully. It was bright, I could tell that much. As my one open eye took in the room, I sighed, realizing where the chirping was coming from. I had left the blinds open the night before. At bedtime, it seemed like a good idea, being able to fall asleep looking at the open sky and scattering of stars. Now though, in the morning, with the sun burning into my room, I seriously regretted it.
     I finally allowed myself to open my other eye and looked around the room. The door was flung open all the way, meaning Charlie had not only pushed his way into the room throughout the night, but he'd also pushed his way back out at some point. The blankets I'd flung off throughout the night were thrown into a heap on the floor. The de-humidifier I kept on the shelf had run out of water throughout the night, but was still glowing and reflecting different shades of blue against the walls.
     I pulled one corner of the blanket up, hoping to cover myself and go back to bed, but the blanket wouldn't budge. I forced myself to sit further up and glance over the side of the bed. Sure enough, there was Charlie, snoozing on the discarded blanket. I gave it one more tug, "Come on, butthead. It was mine first." Nothing. He was out.
     "Fine. Be that way." I didn't really need the blanket anyway. One positive of having the sun blasting in the room was the warmth it brought with it. I rolled over and laid my head back down, feeling around with my hands for one of the thrown pillows. Just as I felt one on the edge of the bed and started tugging it back up toward my head, the chirping started again.  I froze as a million thoughts entered my head...Could I ignore it again? When would it go off again if I ignored it this time? What time would it be if I did ignore it? What time was it now?!?! Finally, I worked myself up to checking. It had gone off at least three times that I know of, but that doesn't mean it hadn't gone off more while I slept.
      I checked the phone and breathed a sigh of relief, only 5:15. I had plenty of time still. I turned the alarm off and rolled back over. I let the heat of the sun soothe me back to sleep. Just as I could feel myself dozing off, I felt a huge pressure on my chest, taking the breath right out of me. Almost immediately, I smelled old dog food: a mixture of sweet potatoes, carrots, and beef. It was not a pleasant smell. I slowly opened my eyes to see Charlie inches from my face, happily laying on my chest, mouth hung wide open, drool hanging out one side. So much for going back to sleep...