By two a.m. I was still wide awake. This happens sometimes. I don’t like it one bit. Being a loner is entirely different from that middle-of-the-night feeling of being utterly alone.

It’s even worse early on a Sunday morning. I hate Sundays, and I’m pretty sure my parents hate them, too. Too much time to spend in our own heads. Too much time to spend together.

I turned on my bedside lamp and reread a chunk of Wise Blood, another all-time favorite of mine. Then I got up and turned on my computer. I searched for articles for my scrapbook and printed a few. I watched some of my favorite cat videos.

I was midway through Henri, the Existential Cat when an idea struck me.

It was either utterly inspired or utterly dumb.

I texted Jacob.

What if our “Wuthering Heights” video didn’t star humans?

What if it starred cats?

I didn’t expect an answer till morning. But maybe Jacob had his own sleep issues, because a moment later my phone dinged.

I love it.

We texted back and forth to firm up plans.

And for a while, anyway, I didn’t feel so alone.