For Day 5 of the Creative Writing Challenge: Pick an object in your room and write a story.
There’s a science to sleeping in, Ralph thought. He rolled over and blinked at the old-fashioned clock face that glared at him from the bookshelf next to his bed.
It was 4:15 in the morning.
Science, apparently, was not his forte.
Slowly he reached beyond the headboard and stretched. His neck and shoulders popped and cracked. He dug himself deeper into his cocoon of blankets, the wall on one side of him and the cat on the other. The cat was purring loudly. She knew the moment he woke and always gunned the engines, so to speak, to make sure he knew to pet her.
Birds began chirping outside his window. Ralph wondered if the cat would get excited and clamber over him for the window. The birds and the cat had a bit of a rivalry going. Or rather, the cat imagined the birds were taunting her and twitched her tail menacingly any time one of them twittered in her direction.
Ralph liked to whisper what the birds were saying while this was going on, just to egg the cat on.
He looked at the clock again, wondering if he should get out of bed. The cat roused herself and looked between him, the window with the treacherous birds and the floor. He got the message. Her tail fwaped at the duvet.
Feed me. Feed me now.
Feed me now, or I’ll get Mom.
Ralph laughed quietly, the cat stretched, and the day began.