In the morning, I lay in bed for longer than usual, my body aching from the repetitive lifting I performed the previous day. As I looked up the animal shelter’s opening times, I tried to block out the thought of Pickles being taken away from his owner after witnessing him in pain. I envied the relationship between Hank and his pet and hoped to experience something similar one day.
I stood in my closet for an excessive amount of time, trying to pick an outfit which flattered my figure. The excitement of seeing Ky again lifted my mood. After dressing and putting extra effort into applying makeup, I made a cup of steaming hot coffee and lounged in a chair on the back deck. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees and tickled the skin on my arms. I inhaled deeply to fill my nose with t
