Slice of life

[summer_jackel]

I am pedaling a training bike in my kitchen, laptop set on a milk crate between the handlebars.
Two hours so far, and it's after ten;
A soft noise rises behind me, and I understand that
the hound curled on her couch is howling the softest howls
in tune with my cadence
a little hound song
of longed-for bedtime.