Tomorrow morning

Tomorrow morning I will wake up to the sound of rain. Tomorrow morning my mosquito net will be once again confused for a hammock by a black and white furry lump. I will wake up to that incesently purring machine almost touching my face. Tomorrow morning I will also wake up with the urge to pee. An urge that I will have been trying to ignore since 4. Tomorrow morning I will untuck myself from my trecherous haven and muster up all the wit and strength I possess in the early morning to decend the four steps to the floor. By that time I will be wide awake and have to run outside to the bathroom. Tomorrow morning I have to cook breakfast. We have a lot of bananas. Banana pancakes.