Desperate

I want badly to hug Maggie, but she’s asleep in front of the fireplace. She’s found a nice warm spot. I had the bright idea of putting her a cushy pillow there, and she’s taking advantage of it. Still, seeing her so calm and thinking about the past few days, I want to pet her and hold her. I won’t wake her up to do so. I’ll continue to sit here, enjoying the warm fire myself, reading the things other people are thinking.