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Eyes closed. By degrees, consciousness invades my sleep. Slowly I become aware of my surroundings, savoring each sensory discovery. The inquisitive, not-quite-awake trills of my cat George, curled up next to my arm. Tatari, my other cat, playing with a dried up rose leaf on the tile floor; short, hollow scrapes. The 'tap tap tap' of the rain as it drips from the roof next to my window, followed by the frying pan sizzling sound as it falls everywhere else. A dim flash through my eyelids as lightning flashes, followed momentarily by the sound of God walking across north Georgia. I stir, and open my eyes in the early morning darkness. A new day begins.