Sleeping.

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I heard, and as much felt, a thud.  A big one.  Woke me, if it took a bit.  Even with lots of sleep, a dying body is always tired.  Had to force my way to consciousness.  Had to get up, to check on mom.  Duty, but more.  Concern, simple compassion, things like that.

It hurt to get up.  It was so difficult to get up.  To dress.  But I was worried.  Have you ever seen a grandparent "hurry"?  Well, that is my current pace, most of the time.  Now, when waking midsleep, double... or half that.  You know what I mean.

And the body has started to ache, from the fall.  Just a bit, but solidly.  Just to make getting up a bit more difficult.

Still, up I got in due time, and made myself decent, even presentable.  Then down the steps.  Her door was shut, but the light was on.  I checked everywhere else, first.  Then knocked.  She had closed her door for some reason (eating from her candy/packaged cake stash?).  I won't ask, about that.  And, all good... that way.

But, no.  She was good.  Hadn't fallen, or dropped anything?  Happy that I checked.  Saw hamburger, fresh from the freezer, in the sink.  I wonder if she tossed that.  Wouldn't, necessarily, make a huge noise, but would rumble through the house.

I am all but sure it wasn't a dream.

No worries.  As long as she is up and good, no worries.  I'd rather check and be wrong than not hear, sense, a fall.

Back to sleep.  Good night, again.