A Pair of Sleepers

I opened my eyes. I slowly turned my head to my left and looked at my wife. She was also beginning to stir from her sleep. I turned my gaze towards the clock. Almost 6 am! We woke up later than we used to. What even made it more strange was the fact that for the first time in months we did not need the comfort provided by our room air conditioner or electric fan. Outside our window I could hear  rainfall like the sound of a roaring cascade. Ah, perhaps that was the reason for our extended slumber.


It was Saturday morning. Normal folks, people who worked hard during the week usually wake up late on Saturday mornings. But not us. For us Saturdays are often spent birding which behooves waking up   in the dark hours between midnight and dawn. In fact that was our original plan. However, prudence dictated that we abandon such plans because of the inclement weather. (You should meet prudence - she always gives sound advice). 


So here we are on a gloomy Saturday still lying in bed at this time of the morning. We snuggled close together and slowly drifted back into sleep lulled by the lullaby of the raindrops.


Breakfast can wait.