warning: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk.

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i was walking to the front door. the key slid in the slot and i unlatched the lock that i fastened quite some time ago. i assumed he would have found some kind of nourishment that i had left in the house. i swung the door open and skimmed what i could see. the air was stale and yet everything still in it’s place.

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i headed towards the back of the house where my bedroom waited. i scanned the hallways, the bathroom and the other rooms for any sign of disturbance or even life.

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i entered the room and paused at the door way. i stood there quiet and still. i listened intently for a peep, a jingle, a slight movement. nothing. i started to wonder if he was even alive. did he let himself die in that dreary and dark closet in my absence?

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my hand against the cracked door of the closet. i couldn’t make out any movement within. i didn’t smell death either. i let my hand rest on the smooth fake wood. i could make out a faint sucking in of breath. the corner of my mouth twitched into a slight grin.

i pushed the door open till the light fell upon his squinting face. he looked emaciated, somewhat dirty and very uncared for. yet, the grin upon my face grew even more. i stared into his eyes and read him. i could see his happiness, his dedication, his knowing who exactly he belonged to.

i watched him rub his eyes. the collar still affixed with the shiny “V” gleaming and dangling proudly. his hands fell to his side and he almost started to move forward and stopped. i watched the battle go on in his mind as to what to do. was it forgetfulness or rebellion? it was hard to make out. he fell back on his feet and starred up at me waiting.