Hand's stroking her soft fur,
The vent is loud, the morning's just started,
The bed's warm next to her,
We will get up with enough time for us,
Stretch, walk, read, maybe lay,
Our breakfast dishes sit between us, now,
It was my turn to prepare it today,
There is the moment and what lay ahead,
Both in hours and in years,
If I can count on this for both of those,
I won't have much to fear,
But then I sneeze,
Scare Astrid off the bed,
I worry it's a sign of things to come,
Until she returns and I pet her head,
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