I am asleep. I know subconsciously the alarm has given its first battle cry and been rebuffed. An extra 10 minutes of sleep is definitely anticipated. My youngest dog Kayla sits at my head straining forward to reach me. She flicks out her tongue, peppering me with fast light test licks. There is a long hesitancy between each lick, but the touch itself is the briefest possible. Almost as if she's testing the waters and doesn't want to go too far too fast.
The licks are pushing under my downturned cheek. I lift my head slightly, releasing its weight but not yet severing its contact with the pillow. Kayla uses this opportunity to shove her snout under my cheek and flip it up. Under a hand this move indicates she wants more petting. Oh, I was petting her. I hadn't fully noticed. I reach my hand back up to her head and she renews her licking at an increased speed. Too much this early. It stops momentarily and I peel open my eyes. Kayla's mouth is fully extended in a tooth-baring yawn, so close to my face I can't quite see her front teeth. Yes, definitely time to get up. Those last few minutes of my snooze stolen by the shock of mentally processing my first image of the day.
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