The Couch at 3 AM

Fur blurs,
So close to my face.
Wet licked nose touches mine,
Weight spread upon four small feet,
Press into my chest.
Warmth penetrates thin cotton as weight settles.
Vibrations,
So low, buried deep in fur,
More felt than heard.
Head butts my jaw,
Whiskers tickling my chin.

Pay attention,
I’m letting you love me.

Thanks.
I’m honored.
Really.
But it’s the middle of the night.
All I want is sleep.
Sleep, you know? Sleep?
Slee…

His purr resonates, undiminished.