Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Dog
I crawl off the couch and kneel next to the sleeping dog, burying my face in her fur. She lifts her head for a moment, then lays back down with a sigh.
Her fur is so dense, it's like a very small area sensory-deprivation chamber, swallowing up all sound and light.
I feel the rise and fall of her chest, and I snuggle in deeper.
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