RUN, RUNNER! part 1

he woke up to his dogs growl that was more desperate than mean. the dog had to pee. that dog is the least mean thing on the planet. the only things he hurts are things that he is only trying to play with. the dream had repeated itself for the third night in a row. he strangely enjoyed the dream very much and it left him nervous and unsure, the way he felt around pretty girls in high school.

he sat up in bed, wondering what it all meant. did this dream call into question their relationship or was it just one of those things? when you love someone, a little piece of you stays with that person, no matter what happens later. no matter if it ends well, bad, horrible, violent, you move on, get married, have kids, grandkids, whatever. you could forget about that person completely, then see them 45 years later in a nursing home and those feelings will probably be there still; the memories brooding in the back of your head, faintly embedded in your heart like an old tattoo.

the dog seemed to sense the uneasiness within his best friend and gave him exactly 54 licks on his hand. it was odd that he found the dream so beautiful because to do something like that is not beautiful in any way except for in the American Beauty-esque, "this plastic bag is beautiful" sense of the word. so many questions, 0 answers. he was happy to have slept at all. but now his insomnia is fucking with his dreams. how ironic.

no matter. on with the day.