Me a Boat, My Cat the Sea

It is cold and rainy and gray in Guanajuato. The quilt is thick and warm. I listen to the rain. My black cat and I lie against each other, she spread out along my spine. I do not know how to describe this sense of comfort, me so large and human, she so small and animal, my breathing a sea, hers a boat—or is it the other way around?

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