© Creative Smiles Photography
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
from Pablo Neruda’s poem Cat’s Dream, translated by Alastair Reid
I love the way you sleep.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
