Bedtime
I hardly ever get to see my guinea-pig sleep. Whenever I come home, she is usually super active, running around and wheeking until I pick her up, reload her hay loft or deliver some carrots. Whenever I’m in the room, she’s almost always up and about, demanding more food or eating the food that she’s successfully demanded from me. Occasionally she’ll sit in the wooden hutch-thingy that I bought her and chew random things but rarely will she ever sleep while I’m awake. Given that I don’t usually go to bed until 3 or so, I’m not sure I’m doing her any favors by staying up so late. At the rare times I do manage to catch a glimpse of her stretching out to nap she always has her eyes slightly open, as if she were suggesting that she would be completely asleep were it not for my annoying mp3s or loud keyboard click-clacks. Every now and then, however, whenever the planets are in alignment, I’ll catch her sprawled in the corner, curled up like a croissant with her leg kicked out, her eyes completely closed. Truly the highlight of my day. Two thoughts enter my mind whenever I see her like that: “Aww, look at her. How adorable: my baby’s shreeping” and then immediately thereafter, “Holy fuck, she’s not moving. Shit, I hope she’s not dead.”
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