atlas and i are sharing a twin bed at the moment.

you can probably guess how humorous this is and how well i sleep. (in theory, it should work, only atlas has no concept of personal space. he never has. he stretches out and takes up all the space available.)

sometimes i try to sleep on a different bed, but when he’s not feeling well (which has been more often than usual as he recovers from the move), he sleeps better when i’m right there next to him.

the other night, the funniest thing happened.

atlas was chasing a fox that turned into a white tiger and then they fought and the tiger drew blood. i was running back to my little cabin in the woods, followed by atlas who was now being chased by the tiger – thinking through how i would get inside and let atlas in without letting the tiger in – when i rolled over and fell off the bed.

i woke up on my hands and knees on the floor.

oh, did i laugh.

somewhere in dreamland, that tiger is probably still chasing poor atlas.