A Leaf on Company

Write one leaf about sleeping on the floor.

The thing I love about cats is how casually they appear on your doorstep: no shame, no apologies, no excuses. You're cool, I'm cool and I'm crashing on your couch.

People? Not so much. We pander around for acceptance, trying to earn our stays. We are full of "No thank you"s and "I really shouldn't"s. When bad news strikes and you just want a voice on the phone, you pause before you hit up your best friend on speed dial and you ask yourself, "Will I bother her?--No, worse. Will I annoy her?"

But these are the things that make us close. Me sleeping on your floor, us talking about the Yankees and the shape of our legs. The restaurant I practically had to force you into, the dish you nearly threw up, the look your mom gave us when we got home and still wanted cookies.

So come, come, come. Come sleep on my floor.

But bring wine.