I heard the shutter this morning before opening my eyes.
Andy was taking pictures of something and I prayed it wasn't me sleeping. Like a zombie. A super unattractive bedhead zombie.
He captured a moment between friends.
Some time between midnight and 4am Abby slings our bedroom door open like a drunk cowboy, marches up to our bed, tosses both of her pillows on Sadie, and nestles down for the night.
Looks like Sadie has resigned herself as armchair.
(P.S. The lump under the covers teetering off the mattress cliff is me. The repelling dreams make sense now.)