What Happens in the Dark...

Dog and Butterfly

*Serenity's POV*

As I lay in the big meadow, I see something out of the corner of my eye. A stunning butterfly flutters on the soft breeze that is making the tall grass whisper sweet nothings to the universe. The delicate insect lands upon my furry snout...

Wait, what!? 

A snout? I do not have a snout, I am a human with a nose that is perfectly proportionate to the rest of my face. 

Wait, I know what is happening. Ugh, it is another one of my crazy dreams. I tend to get them a lot, especially the ones where I am a puppy. Weird, I know. It is almost always the same things. Playing with other pups, chasing bugs and insects, being loved on by my "parents." I say parents like that because I am a dog, and I guess these people are the kind to think of their animals as their children. I don't mind so much, I get lots of love and snuggles and they like to tell me how special I am. Not quite understanding why a dog would be special, but who am I to rain on someone else's parade?

The butterfly and I play tag in the open field until I hear the sound of my enemy...squirrels! Those little annoying creatures must have been invented by Satan himself. They are obnoxious, noisy, messy, and as fast as Speedy Gonzales. It isn't right. I sneak up to the grove of trees that they are being annoying in, and watch their movements, trying to make a plan to catch one. I don't know what I would do if I caught one, but today I am gonna try.

My eyes dart back and forth as I prepare my attack. One deep breath and I pounce! I leap gracefully catching the noisiest squirrel in my jaws. I see its look of fear and panic, and then it scratches its tiny claws inside one of my nostrils making my eyes water. I wince and tighten my jaws, instantly killing the squirrel, its tiny body making a sickening crunch sound. I immediately drop it. What did I just do? I didn't want to kill it, just scare it. I am a dog after all. I have to protect my property so my humans will be proud of me. I dig with my paws a fairly deep hole at the base of the tree where I usually saw him. I gently placed his broken body in the hole and covered him up. I walk sadly to the closest stream for a cool drink and to wash the taste out of my mouth. After getting my fill, I look into the water and jump back, turning around to look behind me. 

Nothing is there. But that can't be because I just saw a wolf when I looked into the stream. I step forward and look again into the water and see the wolf again. This time I stand my ground and try touching the water, watching as the wolfs paw moves as well. Wait. That cannot be. I am not looking at another animal, I am seeing my reflection. 

There is no such thing as the Big Bad Wolf...

Right?

This is where the dream usually ends, but today I am not so fortunate. I begin to sniff the air, sensing...something. Something that I cannot explain, but I am drawn to it, I can feel anger in me growing and I don't know why. I make my way farther into the forest. I walk for what seems like forever, and then I come to where the forest meets up with a backyard. I see a woman on a lounge chair tanning her perfect skin. She has long chestnut colored hair pulled high into a ponytail, a petite, fit body, like one of a retired gymnast. Her back is to the forest so that she can get maximum exposure to the sun.

This is going to be easy.

I stride silently through the grass, getting close enough to hear her breathing. I hear music and see that she has headphones in. Even better. Walking to her side, her eyes are closed until I step into her light. She opens her eyes, and takes a breath to scream as I lunge for her throat.

"Get your ass up now! You don't want to be late." My best friend, Angeline Stormhawk, bellows from the kitchen. With a groan, I toss the covers off and am greeted by the morning sunlight streaming in through my window. This time the dream was too real.