When she gets home

The sun is setting, she must be coming home. I’m lying on the fluffy white feathered comforter, looking out the window. I enjoy how the shade changes once the sun begins to go down, there’s a subtle shift from clear to dark; hardly noticeable for most people. I wonder if they pay such meticulous attention to the little shifts that go throughout the day. Can they see the warmth of the sunlight when it’s at its highest?  Or feel the freshness in the shadows when the sun goes down?  I doubt they notice, most people are often lost into their shiny screens. 

I notice a bird fly by. Sigh. She’s been gone all day, I wonder if she thinks about me. She left in such a hurry this morning, she hardly said goodbye.  I miss her terribly.

The sound of a car calls my attention.  Did I hear that right?  I feel my ears go up, the subtle rumble of tires on pavement.  I see a car pull up into the driveway. Is she home??? The door opens and a human gets out of the car.  I hear steps approaching the door. I jump off from the bed and head to the entryway. Can she hear me?  I get to the door. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. I try to open it. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. I can smell her. Yes!!! It’s her, it’s her.  I must wait for her. My heart starts beating faster. I start to shake, and my tail is going to fly off. Pant. Pant. Pant. I hear the keys turning, and the door opens.  

“Hi, buddy!”  I hear her say, and I can’t contain myself anymore. I launch myself to her, my body trembling with pure joy.  It bubbles up all around me, she holds me and I am home.
Having her with me, hugging me, petting me, holding me, and of course feeding me; what else can a pup ask for?

 Blissful-happiness, that heart-warming-feeling of light-plenitude that we find in the little things…

 

Short Stories

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An incurable passion for writing; a poet at heart. I am a writer on the road.

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