I awake from petty annoying dreams I only remember by my displeasure. The cats hover like birds of prey. One side of the bed, empty now. I lie in the dark, waiting for me to get up. The bed barely needs making. Opening the blinds, I watch The back yard slowly assemble itself. White sunshine emerges In a gunmetal sky. The world grinds into operation. “You don’t have to do anything,” The minister said.