The Dog (pt 17)
Posted on | June 1, 2010 | Comments Off
She had a lot to think about after the events of yesterday. The burgers were good. The company was startling. She realized she’d obviously been in denial. She had seen what she wanted to see. Seriously, did she really think it was a dog who had done her ironing for her and fixed her breakfast?
She didn’t know where Doone was right now, but she didn’t care. She had to digest this latest development in her truly bizarre world. She’d had a hard enough time dealing with the fact Doone could communicate with her. Now he could somehow shift into a man? (And a rather good looking one at that.) She supposed she should be grateful. Some people would be thrilled to death with such a pet. (Room mate? What do you call him?)
She had skipped the scary pill last night because her blood pressure had been tanking every day and that in combination with her headache medication was leaving her CNS depressed to say the least. She was truly a “Zombiegirl” walking around with no motivation to move let alone get anything done. It wasn’t her fault if she had the blood pressure of a dying 90 year old. So she opted to skip it and allow some of the clutter to return to her head and her blood pressure to rise just so she’d be able to function a bit. Mental clutter was a small price to pay to maybe be able to reduce some of the external clutter in her life. It made sense, right?
Doone…a man. Wow. An ironing, breakfast making, burger flipping man. She wondered if she could get him to clean the house. No no, that would be wrong. She had too many decisions regarding what to do with things. But she suspected he’d help. He seemed willing to do anything to get her feeling better about herself. What was his motivation to be here? The whole thing was so odd she just didn’t understand what crazy world she’d fallen into. Perhaps she was strapped down to a bed somewhere crazy out of her mind. Next thing she knew she’d wake up in the Asylum.
Doone came into the room in dog form and just stared at her with his big puppy dog eyes. He almost looked sad. She didn’t know what to say or think. She felt violated. She felt invigorated. She felt crazy. She felt loved.
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