[G.AVON]

🌙 Nite Shift Team: "Terrace Therapy Sessions After Yoda's 🐆Concert" If I had the chance to measure the decibels of a cat's midnight meow, I'm sure my Yoda would break records. After hours of this "concert," when the final meow finally faded away, the silence became deafening. I tossed and turned in bed, sleep had eluded me, my brain was still like a little orchestra conductor, every note was the same as the sound coming from Yoda's mouth.

 

I gave up as dawn broke. At least I've given up on trying to sleep. I got up. My feet instinctively moved toward the terrace. It was still cool outside, the air hadn't fully warmed up yet, and there was a dew-like dampness left over from the nite. With half-closed eyes, I silently walked toward the living room. All I wanted was a little peace and quiet. I only noticed the tiny, cream-colored sheep figure I was carrying with me later; it must have fallen off the edge of the bed.

 

The wooden floor of the terrace shimmered in the first light of morning. I put on my favorite slippers; the soft ones with fluffy lining that make every step comfortable. It was as if they understood my fatigue. I was sitting. I stretched my legs toward the low table at the edge of the terrace. My eyes closed, but my mind was wide open.

 

Scenery... The darkness of the nite had disappeared, and the city skyline was emerging from behind a light veil of mist. The leaves on the trees rustled softly in the wind, whispering gently. The shadows of the neighboring houses stretched out, just like my sleepless nite. And those slippers... I looked at them. Then to myself. It was as if we looked at each other. "Ah, we're finally sitting down," he seemed to say, while I was thinking, "Look how far things have come..."

 

The terrace session turned into therapy right at that moment. Yoda's concert inevitably pushed me to this moment, this peace. As the first rays of the sun hit my face, I smiled slightly at the golden lines streaming from my eyes. Perhaps every meow had a purpose, perhaps such "therapy" was hidden at the end of every sleepless nite. Who knows?

 

For a moment, I looked at the little sleeping sheep figure. He was resting peacefully. I sighed. At least one of us was resting a bit.

 

Perhaps there are other members of this "Night Shift Team" in the same mood as me, who knows?

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