 On the mornings when I woke up too early to be alive, I'd pull the curtains back and the covers over my face so the trees thought I was still sleeping. I've always thought the sun should move in slower circles, even when it's night and raining. You can only tell because of the dark, round ripples dotting the wood on the porch. There's a fox in my backyard who makes the most noise when he thinks no one can hear him. In the summer, I left him crushed peanut shells back there for the crows,