Song Walker - Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up hot and pinned to the bed. My left arm was numb, trapped under the hairy body lying next to me.
“Keeta,” I moaned, “come on, up.”
Blue eyes opened and stared into mine, tail thumping on the bed, making the mattress quiver and shake.
“Up, Keeta. Move it.” I pushed at her with my good arm and she nimbly sprang off the bed, fifty plus pounds of friendly fur. I’d adopted the Husky-Samoyed puppy from a local kill shelter when I’d moved out of the dorms eight years ago at my foster mother’s insistence. Even though Kate had no responsibility towards me anymore legally, she had raised me for practically my whole life, and she was as real a mother to me as anyone could have been. Today was Kate’s birthday, and I was taking her out with the rest
