Slowly my leaf was being pulled to the bottom of the bed, and I heard a fight for air! His scheme of telling me time to get up and pinch him outside. The foetor of freshly brewed coffee and bacon filled the air.
Mei was still in my bedroom, and like every morning my Border Collie – Mac, was pulling inaccurate my blankets. My bedroom has two doors, one opens to the living cell, the other to the bathroom, on through to the kitchen.