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Thursday, August 6, 2009

Big Dog

I woke up with a greeting from a grizzly gray sky. What an amazingly dull scene. I tried to avert my gaze and pull my covers over my head to feel their down-filled embrace once more, but they refused to budge. Great. I accepted my lost battle and got out of bed to go get ready for... school. I found myself outside in the finger-numbing cold of the morning air. I gave one last scowl at the gray sky that continued to taunt me and began my trek to the bus stop.

On my way, i found myself wondering where my bus stop was anyway. Perhaps if i never found it i could return to my room and battle those covers once more. It was at this moment that three musicians came walking towards me. A huge grin soon found itself upon my face and i went to greet them. We talked and laughed and played the guitar, until the youngest musician broke this nostalgic spell. With a pompous smirk on his face, he told us he had a date, turned around and began to walk away.

I ran after him in a selfish attempt to make him stay. I began talking to him, pleading to him to do something for me. I think i wanted one last song. He agreed, and the show began. The three musicians began playing on my roof and i was frenzied. It happened so instantaneously, i blinked twice to make sure it was real. Of course it wasn.t. I decided to go search for my lost bus stop once more. Eventually i found it, though i don.t know where, and the bus ride was fuzzy. I couldn.t remember even getting on. I was at school, though it was bit more amazing then i remembered. I don.t know why i dreaded going.

Before i knew it, i was on my way home again, when something dreadful caught my eye. A dog. A Big dog. A Huge dog. I was never afraid of dogs. But i was terrified of this one. It stood on it.s hind legs, and much taller than the policemen trying to take it down. The chase began in my front yard from what i could see, and i kept my distance. The dog jumped the fence, still on it.s hind legs and began running. The police stood their ground and kept shooting, aiming for it.s back. The chase continued, but i didn.t care to watch it, and ran home as fast as i could.

Horror stood at my doorstep. Another dog. A Bigger dog, was waiting for me. My brother stood safely behind the screen door, as i stood there dangerously in the open like a deer in the headlights. It wanted me. I didn.t know why. I didn.t care why, the top of my parents SUV was my only friend. It lunged for me but missed. Eventually it.s paw found mine, and it.s claws dug into it. So painful. It let go, and i threw myself at the door, and made it in time. The dog wanted a rematch. I closed the door in it.s face. The only rematch i wanted was with those covers. And i was going to win.

2 comments:

  1. This is an awesome story/dream. I'm not afraid of dogs, but I can feel the fear that the dogs represented.

    P.S. Thanks so much for your comment!! We could all use a British man!;)

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  2. That was great, I'm a bit afraid of big dogs ;)
    xxx

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