My cat’s rejected me. He’s
left his usual spot. While
he’s gone my mind wanders in circles.
This is the first kind of rejection I’ve
ever encountered. In his absence
I feel nothing. Time seems to
move slower than usual.
I have nothing to do so I
sleep. I wait patiently hoping for his
return. He never comes back. He sits
on my parents bed instead. He really
only ever cares about bedsheets. Or so
I thought. Eventually, as if
he’s read my mind, he returns to me.
