Hunger Games

She rests on my chest when I wake in the gloom.
She’s there by the stair when I exit my room.
I grope for the light in the bathroom– Hello!
Could you hop off the pot, please? It’s my turn to go.
I brush, she’s behind me; I floss, I can hear her.
I close the pill cabinet, she’s there in the mirror.
Runs into my shins while descending in darkness
To greet the sleep puppy: Good morning, Your Barkness!
She’s on the remote when I switch on the weather.
I reach for the beans and we grind them together.
All right, here’s your breakfast! Now, bon appetit!
I blink, her bowl’s empty. That kitty can eat!

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