Imagination run amok.  My dog always manages to get off his leash when I dream.  He can run freely through the fields and violate innocent bushes.  He taunts me with his freedom.  I laugh at his joy until I notice that he’s gone from sight.  I don’t know where he is.  I frantically search forests and suburban streets desperately seeking my baby.  Sometimes I think I hear his bark but it never pans out and I face the horrifying thought of losing him.


wake up in cold sweat

feel around for that warm fur

hugging extra tight



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