As I was getting ready for bed last night,
not looking forward to another night of sleeping alone,
I decided I would sneak Lyla out of her crib and bring her to my room.
I needed a cuddle buddy. And it started out just perfect.
The little cutie snuggled up right under my shoulder and was snoozin' away.
This was a very special moment for me because Lyla is much too busy
during her waking hours and refuses to cuddle me...at all...ever.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself for a good five minutes.
And then, the cat walked in.
meow. meow. meow.
Lyla's slumber ended immediately as she bolted up into a sitting position.
She started laughing at the cat while pointing and from there
it seemed she forgot she was ever sleeping at all.
This girl is fierce, I tell ya.
I tried my best to curl her little body back into mine.
I kept wishing that dang cat would just go away.
But suddenly it was play time.
What have I done, I asked myself?
Just as I was feeling the need to abort my cuddle mission
Lyla went from giggling to falling back into my arms sound asleep.
Strange...was she "sleep playing" I wondered? Oh well.
Suddenly she would shoot back up again looking for the cat.
And, once again, her body would go limp and she would fall over.
This happened at least three times.
I couldn't help but laugh myself.
I kept imagining her trying to keep her heavy eyes open in the darkness.
She was fighting it, but in the end, she couldn't resist her body's desire for sleep.
I eventually took the cutie back to her crib where she could rest peacefully.
Cuddle session failed...but not forgotten.
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