(getting into a dog's pov for my creative writing class haha)
It's the day after yesterday. Tomorrow, that's what the human calls it. When the gray sky blooms with golden lights and the human's cursed, godforsaken thingamabob screams like the morning bird, that's when I know it is Tomorrow.
But it's not tomorrow. Yet. There I lay in the shaggy, slightly irritating surface right next to where the human rests. I think it is pretty odd that humans need such things in order to sleep comfortably. Cushions and sheets to protect their strange, fragile bodies. And while they do look like giant, hairless rats that walk on hind legs, what I can say is that these humans are intelligent. Smarter than my own capabilities to understand exactly how smart they are. Maybe that is what makes us dogs so loyal to them. The awe, the strangeness, and the magnificence of the human mind.
But anyways, there I am, curled on the floor as I wait for the human to rise. My eyes flutter lazily at the sound of chirping from the thingamabob, although I wouldn't really suggest that you trust it. I don't either. You see, every single day, when the sun is rising at the top, the strange thing would scream at the top of its lungs. An unpleasant, god awful noise that reminds me of those funny birds. The long snouted one with the weird colors, or like the morning bird with the spiky fur and a droopy chin sack. Although they are not common here from where my human lives, I happen to know a few animals. Just not their names though.
My ears stand high on alert, bracing for the thingy whatever-the-name-is to cuckoo and caw like a wild animal. But it is still pretty dark. I should rest first. It will only be a few... what does the human call it whenever she forgets to turn the thing off?
"Minutes". It will only be a couple of minutes. I scratch my paws at the floor for a few times until I'm content, before falling back to sleep.
By the time I wake up, my human is still asleep. I open my snout and yawn contentedly, as I carry my weight towards the window, dragging my feet forward. While dogs can't really tell time the way the humans do, I can say that it is only a matter of moments until it becomes Tomorrow. The sky is turning into a bluish, rosy color, and from afar is a giant ball of light emerging from the ground.
It made a slow, course towards the sky, and I can't help but get a warm feeling in my body. Like my first time knowing the taste of soda, fizzing out of the can. The excitement is bubbling inside of me, and I can't help but run. Run around in endless circles as the sun climbs up into the clouds.
It's when the sun rises where everything good follows after. The human would wake up, feed me, and take me out for a morning walk. The morning walk is the best part, because I get to have the occasional sausage from the generous fat man who always smells like grease and garlic. After that, the human would lead me straight to a place called "park" where I will see my fellow kind with their humans. I can't wait any longer. I should wake the human.
But then she would get grumpy. And the human likes her sleep very much.
I push my snout towards the window to check the outside. The streets are abuzz with vehicles. The humans gathered in big flocks, walking left and right. The human world fascinates me. It's so lively, you can't help but stare at everything that catches your eye. Maybe I can wake the human now.
I get off the window and carefully approach the snoring human, until an intense rush ran through my body and made me stiff. It was the thing. It was more ecstatic than a dog will ever be, screaming and shivering intensely, making that terrible noise. I bare my teeth and gnarled at the thing, I start howling with everything I got, hoping that it would get intimidated.
But it is a stubborn thing it is. I charge towards the dresser, making a beeline towards it before lunging my whole weight to the dresser. It trembles shakily, and I got my snout to knock it down onto the ground. I kick it with my paws over and over, but it wouldn't budge. It remains unfazed. It is only after a couple of times that I chewed and kicked that it had stopped.
The sound of it is clear as day. It is the human, and she's calling for me. I snap my head right at her, as she smiles lazily and then reaching her arms forward, and I instantly know what that means. I make my way to her like a galloping horse, jumping into her warm embrace. I lick her face repeatedly to tell her to get up, and she makes a happy sound that never fails to make me feel jumpy. I didn't even notice that she was already stroking my wagging tail.
One of many things I like about the human is her smell. It's not exactly what I want for myself though, but she always tries. She always tries to make me smell like her with that rosy goo whenever she washes me. I like my own smell, but I like hers the most. It smells familiar. It smells welcoming. It smells like home.
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