Tea Kettle

Naptime should be over, but me and Puppy-June can’t manage to keep our eyes open, though Alec has risen already. Before he returns to the workshop, to his knifemaking, he promises to wake us in a bit. Instead of setting an alarm, which would beep and blare away my peaceful sleep, he fills the tea kettle and turns the back burner to medium. Some minutes later, a soft whooshing sound eases me awake, until the sharp whistle of the teapot calls me off the couch. I respond with a tea bag, a spoonful of sugar, and a splash of cream.