Lying in bed on my side, staring at the glowing numbers on my clock that say I should have gotten up 15 minutes ago, I give a small cough.
Directly behind me, I hear: SPLASH, clatter, scrabble-scrabble-scrabble.
I know without turning over what sound it is: the sound of my cat being so startled by my tiny cough that she upends my water cup and zooms out of the room. "Thursday, you total spaz," I mutter as I climb out of bed and head to get a towel.
Ah, well; at least the cleanup got me up and moving.