I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.

Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

I wish I hadn't cried so much!

On the wicker chair the cat lazily raised its head. Meeting my gaze, it got up, padded across the floor and jumped onto my lap. I got rid of the orange peel, which the cat hated. “You can lie here for a bit,” I said, stroking it. “You can. But not all night, you know. I’m going to bed soon.” It began to purr as it curled up on me. Its head sank slowly, resting on one paw, and its eyes, which first had closed with pleasure, were closed in sleep within seconds. “It’s all right for some,” I said.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.

I did not cry. I only breathed. Horribly. Intentionally. And then forgot to breathe.

It's bad to wake up and see a large cat in mid-leap from the rough vicinity of the ceiling.

she cried, and the women sang her back to sleep, willing a silence onto her. She defied them with her tiny speech-seeking voice and cried all day and all night until her mother fell asleep.

To wake the sleeping cat.

I like to cry. After I cry hard it’s like it’s morning again and I’m starting the day over.

I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.

I wept in my dreams.
I dreamed you lay in the grave;
I awoke, and the tears
still poured down my cheeks.

I wept in my dreams,
I dreamed you had left me;
I awoke and I went on weeping
long and bitterly.

I wept in my dreams,
I dreamed you were still kind to me;
I awoke, and still
the flow of my tears streams on.

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.