Cat Hours

I am once again woken up

by dreams about the past

(I feel like that guy in that movie

except he was in love with the past).

I wake up after one hour and half

at three am

(although I feel I had slept

much more)

drenched in sweat. 

“I must have slept in

cat hours” I think to myself.

I don't know what "cat hours" means exactly,

but that’s my first thought.

Before going to bed,

I had decided I wanted to go hiking in the morning

and I had set the alarm

to 5:30,

and since I am wide awake now

I decide to have coffee.

I pour a tbsp. of coffee into a boiling pot

filled with water.

As I stand in the darkness in the kitchen

over my stove

I see a brown cat running through the house,

and since I don’t own a cat

I find this very weird.

So I leave my coffee and follow the cat.

I see that the door to the backyard is slightly open

(I remember I had left it open last night when I was reading before bed

for some air ventilation and forgot to close it).

I turn on the light in my yard to see the cat again,

you know,

just to make sure of its existence,

just - for me and it - to share an awkward look.

But I don't see any cats.

I think "maybe, I thought I saw a cat.

I'm not sure."

Standing on the porch, I hear the splash of the boiling coffee

pouring out of the pot.

I run to the stove,

turn it off,

and watch drops of coffee
falling on the white floor.