Don't get up...

There's something about 5:30am. The silence, the dark. Even when it's cold, there's just something about lying down, huddled under the blankets. Eyes open or eyes closed, it doesn't matter. That stillness in the air. The person sleeping next to you, breathing softly as their chest rises and falls, hair flopping on the pillow. You're alone with your thoughts, but it's not like other times. There's a clarity that you don't get at any other time. The cat senses you're awake and crawls up and snuggles on your chest. The purrs just become white noise.