When your dog wakes you up
Her weight sinking into the sheets, a little damp from the summer morning heat.
Heavy in slumber, though her mind stirred in haze.
A light breeze from the fan above providing small kisses of relief.
The pillow still surprisingly cool in just the right places.
Slivers of sunshine sneaking in through the curtains – tiny reminders of the responsibilities to come.
“Five more minutes,” she thinks.
If I just stay still, the world might forget I need to wake.
Aaaa-rooof!
No.
Please no.
Aaaaa-ROOOF!
She sighs heavily.
The beast beckons.
Morning has come with haste.
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