Juliette stayed on my couch last night. She got in from the event late and after two cups of chamomile tea and a relay of her night, she dozed off while I was telling her how Murphy chased a duck on our walk. I didn’t have it in me to move her, even though I should have. So, I went to bed and stared at the ceiling most of the night, unable to fall asleep knowing Juliette was in the other room.
