No, make that eleven-oh-one
The fan's hum lulls me into an exhausted daze
The cat sleeps near the plant by the wall
Her long body stretched around it's pot.
She wakes momentarily;
Her paw needs cleaning
Then her head falls down again
And she drifts back to sleep
I yawn and wish I was like her
Sleeping dreamlessly on the floor
I live only for the future
She lives only for the present
She does things because she wants to
I do things because I have to
Another yawn comes out of my mouth
The cat lifts her head to see the commotion
I smile at her and close my eyes
Together and separately
We sink into unconsciousness
She into her dreamless rest
And I into my restless dreams