Slumber. Laze. Dreamy. Warmth. Cold. Bed.
At 6 am, every single day, all of the above is alien to me, for the past 5 years and will continue to be so - thanks to these brats.
I'm standing and questioning my life choices, and wondering why am I awake at 6 am every single day. Why did I trade a life of comfortable snuggling with the pillowy softness of my cosy corner in bed, lost in dreamland at 6 am. Why would I willingly, undoubtedly, just on a whim, trade the sanctity of morning solace of 6 am. Why would I trade the quiet solitude and the company of my thoughts and a cup of tea at 6 am. Why would I forego of the musings over the coveted throne that are now dictated and hurrried by the frantic pitter patter outside my bathroom door. Why would I replace a welcoming kiss on my forehead with a disgruntled kick in my shins or a paw scraping my face at 6 am. Why would I give up the sweet mutterings and chirpings of a feathered friend with the consistent squeals and low barks at 6 am.
Why would I trade the nonsensical staring at the blades of a ceiling fan with the rhythmic, unwavering, ceaseless parade of a blind dog around my tiny bedroom at 6 am.
Because why not, right? 👯🐶🐱🐕❤ #adoptdontshop #dogsofinstagram #cute #Indiandog #petsofinstagram #aww #instapicoftheday #love #family #dog