The Ends Of Our Tethers: Thirteen Sorry Stories. Alasdair Gray

continue basking in her warmth, dimly haunted by a feeling that tomorrow I should rise early and do something. I cannot remember what, but Karen will know. Karen is amazingly efficient and good at covering up for me; besides, nowadays in Britain no professional person as close to retiral as I am is ever sacked for inefficiency.

      I wait patiently for sleep

       to cover me all up

       like a cloak.