When I open my eyes, the master has made his way, at some point, from his study to the bedroom, and he's already crawled into the futon laid out next to the wife's. It's the master's habit to always bring with him from the study, when it's time to sleep, a foreign text. However, once in bed he never reads even a page. Sometimes he merely carries his books in and sets them by his pillow, never to touch them. If he's not going to read a single line, then there's no sense in bringing them in, but try telling the master that. The wife laughs and chides him, but to no effect. Night after night, he goes to lengths to carry in books he doesn't read. Sometimes he goes all out, coming in with an armload. There were successive nights, just a while back, where it was Webster's unabridged dictionary. I view it as an affliction of sorts. There are indulgent folk who only sleep with the soothing sound of steam swirling through a Ryūbundō kettle. Likewise, the master only sleeps with books at his pillowside. Such being the case, the master's books are not for reading, but rather a device for enticing slumber. Type-set sleeping aids.
Wondering what it might be tonight, I look over and see a thin red book lying half-open, just beyond the tip of the master's mustache. The master's left thumb is still wedged in its pages. This night it seems, in a rare outburst of exertion, he's made it through five or six lines. Next to the book lies his signature nickel pocket watch, casting a cool glow that clashes in tone with the coming of spring.
The wife has set the infant aside, let her head roll off of her pillow, and is snoring through a wide open mouth. When it comes to unsightly behavior, I can think of nothing worse than a human asleep with mouth open wide. We cats and our like, long though we live, are never ones to disgrace ourselves so. Fundamentally, the mouth is for producing sound, and the nose is the instument for breathing. Then again, there are indolent men in northern climes who open their mouths only sparingly and, as a consequence, speak in nasal tones. Closing off the nose and breathing solely through the mouth, though, is worse by far than nasal tones. For one thing, it puts one at risk should rat droppings, or similar such matter, fall from the rafters.