Early Morning

Sometimes, a ridiculously early hour in the morning is the only time I get to think, and what I’m thinking right now is there must be a better way of getting some quiet time than this. My daughter has crept into my bed in the night and is snoring gently and though I love her muzzy sleepiness, it doesn’t help me ignore the noise.  I have not the heart to kick her out. Yet her bed with it’s cold tumbled mess of cuddlies is not too inviting. So here I am, typing instead. I guess the question is . . . how come I have a double-bed anyway?