When it is time to hit the hay, you say ‘lights out’. But here I am, half asleep when light is actually out spreading its rays.
In this regard, don’t judge my slumber time. I was in a shift, busy hunting rats yester night.
Why am I telling you all this anyway, like you care or like I care?
Yawn… I’m so sleepy now. Let me reach my dreamland right when the wind blows and the rustle of coconut palms sings lullaby.
— Sleepy cat
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