I have a cat named Cassie because she sleeps on my guitar in its case.
I call her Whiskers when she wakes me up at night. I have PTSD.
And I sleep alone and always have. And Cassie wont sleep on the bed with
me. Every night though she wakes me up about 6 times to be petted.
She touches me with her whiskers and backs off across the bed for a few
seconds. In that I realize in my sleep that it is a cat waking me up and I wake
up gently to her.
I walk past people at times on the sidewalk. I walk past five minutes of their
life.
I am not just saying that there are things you don’t know about the people
you have seen. I am saying me. I have a past. I was born of the early sixties.
My father was a Military Contractor. He worked on the Titans and started the
Gemini. He worked on the Spectral Analysis of the Coronas in ’62.
And my life and its reason spanned the decades. For you.
