She knows

wiser than IWillow wishes to go run in the field next to our home.

I wish to sleep in. Sadly, I hold the reins. She is wiser.

She is wiser than I, this quiet beast who walks into the room and settles at my feet.

She knows, somehow, and she knows before I do.

I just sit, barely awake, in the chair she will bundle herself into when I leave later.

But she already knows.