It's been a very long time since I've posted anything. This piece has been in progress for nearly as long, and as gun control and the reputation of one of my favorite dog breeds have been popular topics of political attention, I decided it was a good time to send it out.
I'm lying awake when a series of loud, impatient taps interrupts your light, even snoring. A soft cuss escapes my lips. I think of your lips, and a familiar heat rises. I pull away from your bare chest, warm against my skin, and carefully slide out of bed. The walk through the not-so-clean kitchen seems endless in the unfamiliar silence usually occupied by the click-click of four heavy feet on the linoleum floor. With my hand on the doorknob, I hesitate slightly after a low growl warns me back to safety. Leaning against the door, with my eye against a peephole, I hear a deafening pop from outside. Pain.
Gasping for what would be my last taste of precious air, my only comfort is in the sounds of an angry dog destroying flesh, and in knowing that you are safe.
