Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Morning Blues

Thank goodness this isn't a main blog!

It's been almost a year. But I promise to work at this. At first it was the heat, then well, something. There's always a something.
My goal is to work harder at the writing bit. So we shall see.

For now, let's say this is the start of a new year and well, let's jump right on in.

This is, of course, from the Toasted Cheese Sunday Brunch prompt 1/2/11. The words are: clockwork, basket, yipping, among, spoon

Morning Blues

The floor was cold.

I pulled my foot back towards my body and warmed it up.  He would be waking any moment. Just like clockwork.
My skin gave out a shiver and the goosebumps crawled over the flesh.

I heard the sheets rustle. Here we go.

"Ahhhh....burrr. Here boy. Come on. Time to get the morning started."

I tried to hide my nose under my blanket, but he wasn't having it.

"Come on. You know you have to go."

I whimpered out a no, but he was persistent.

"Let's go. Sooner you go, the sooner you can come back." He was tapping the coffee spoon on his cup as he said this.
He was intent on making a point.

All his yipping was starting to ruin a fine sleep in. But it was also making sense.



Now I have to pee.

I would have to get up.

I put my foot on the icy floor. And left it there. The rest of me followed.
I was shivering. Must hurry.

I ran as fast as I could to the open door.

Once there I moved fast.
No. Not there. Not there. no. There.
I found a good spot amoung the hydranga bushes and worked as quickly as possibly.

He held the door open and I ran even faster back inside straight for the basket. The heater that it rested by kept the blanket warm and toasty.

I did a quick once around and snuggled back into my favorite spot.

I don't know why he makes such a big deal about the cold.

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