She Picks Up the Laundry

She loops the carefully folded laundry in the crook of her arm the way you would lift a cat peacefully sleeping on a bed. The need for neatness nestled in her like noblesse oblige. Do cats dream? Do dogs? The precious lion cub curled in the warm fur of its mother's body. Well, Yes... as in twitching, tail wagging, yowling; reliving their day's experiences as if once was not enough. 'Gamma activity,' the brain behaving just as it did while wakeful. Brainy, zany, grainy, waking the cat from its blanketed bed, its nesting Nirvana.