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  • I woke up startled, a shadow had darted across my eyelids.

    The black cat named Gato had returned and was watching from the window sill.
    Tall shutters were flung wide, open to the view of Siena in the distance - crimson poppy and acid yellow flax speckled fields rolling in the foreground. Blue-black cedars like exclamation points lining the ancient roads to town.

    Two mockingbirds were noisily chatting eachother up in the olive tree beside the pool. Empty wine glasses and towels were strewn about, just as we had left them before siesta. I spotted a few crusts of bread remaining on the wooden cutting board over on the patio table.

    "Psst!" I whispered to the birds, pointing to the bread. "Mangia! Then sleep!" They paid me no mind, continued their spirited repartee.

    I closed the shutters, crept across the cool tile and crawled back into bed.

    "It's nothing - just the cat... go back to dreaming, mi amore."

    I resumed my dreaming too - that place, that time, so perfectly magical -
    but with eyes wide open, so as to remember the details.

    photo credit: PiXo
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