I can hear the cat darting down the hall and I know he has a mouse in his sights. Outside I can hear crickets and the call of coyotes as they stalk their own pray. My mind is racing with words as Anthony breathes softly beside me. I wonder if I should roll myself out of bed and find a scrap of paper and a pen or sit myself beside the bright light of my keyboard and write it all down.
Instead I grab for my phone and open the notepad app, jotting down a few sentences, hoping that they'll be legible in the morning. I never seem to quiet my mind in the late of night. My imagination runs wilds as I consider the possibilities of tomorrow or the way I want to word the next sentence of my novel or the plot of a short story I've been meaning to write.
The air is cool and sweet and Anthony begins to stir. I put down my phone and he snuggles into my arm. Words can wait until tomorrow. This is my now.