Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

12.9

The dog twitches so much when he sleeps that I don't think I could ever be comfortable next to him. His claws are like buzzsaws on the end of his flailing paws. I still lay down next to him and wait for him to calm, not because I need to, but because I think he needs it. He sighs so much. Maybe he's lonely.

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