Narrative

My Love

               My love always seems to keep me waiting.  No matter what time of day, night, or whenever it may be, I always seem beside myself.  I remember waiting on her front lawn one night, waiting for her to maybe get up on the window sill or even be let outside and her supposed “good friend”, Rocky, chased me away.  He’s more of a bodyguard than a friend if you ask me.  That put a quite damper on my night but after exactly 243 attempts at seeing my love, I haven’t stopped yet. 

I mean, why does it matter that she’s a Hissington and I’m a Woofington?  Night after night I ask myself this question, all the while planning and scheming the many different ways I could possibly get myself into that enormous brick house with the massive white door.

               I’d always thought it was odd, however, that the same white door that ended my dream countless times had a small clear flap at the bottom of it.  In fact, the back door had one too, but what are they?  Sometimes I could see through into the house and sometimes I couldn’t.  Are they windows?  No way, I’ve seen them move back and forth before as Rocky goes in and out of the house.  Wait, could they be?  How could I be such a mutt, they’re doggy doors!  Rocky has never seen me try to get in that way before so he’ll never expect it! 

               So I decided to just sit outside in the back of the enormous brick house with the massive white door for the rest of the day until it was pitch black outside.  Normally I wouldn’t get nervous before any of my “operations”, but this time it was different.  All I’ve ever wanted is to be with my love and if I screw this up, she’s gone forever.  I can’t afford to think like that though, I can do this.  Before I knew it, the sky had gone dark and the enormous brick houses porch light had come on. 

               The anxiety had officially set in and I had no idea what was going on.  I completely blanked out and all of the sudden I could faintly see the backdoor open with a rather large person emerging from the house.  The person shouted, “Rocky! Rocky! It’s time to eat!”  As my heart started beating rapidly, I could see Rocky start running towards the door.  “This is my chance”, I said panting as I started making my way for the door.  I started moving faster and faster as Rocky got closer to the door.  The closer I got, the more anxious I felt and my legs started to feel like jelly.  “I can do it”, I said to myself over and over again.

               As the big person saw Rocky running towards the door, he closed it and Rocky scampered in through the doggy door.  I ran as fast as I could remember and just as Rocky went in, only seconds later did I.  “I’m finally in!” I said to myself as I nearly erupted with joy.  I kept thinking to myself though, “Where do I go from here?”  The thing was I really had never made it inside so I didn’t know my way around.  If I was going to make my move and find my love though, I had to do it now while Rocky was still eating his food.  First things first, I had to find the stairs.  On just a hunch, I thought I could find my love on the window sill I had watched her sit and groom herself from all my life.

               I quickly and quietly scampered upstairs only to find myself lost among four rooms.  “Oh my love!  Where could she be?” I said rather worried knowing that at any moment one of those larger people could wander on upstairs only to find me.  So I started going from room to room and every time, no luck.  As I started walking down to the fourth and final room at the end of the hall, I heard the pitter patter of Rocky’s paws coming upstairs.  “Well, this is it”, I thought to myself as I nudged the door open that would ultimately decide my fate.  And there, sitting on the window sill as though she had been waiting for me there her entire life, was my love.  She was just sitting there with seemingly not a care in the world just looking outside, watching life pass her by in this prison of hers.  

I closed the door and trotted up to her as she looked at me with a startled look on her face as she said, “Where have you been?”  We both heard Rocky sniffing around the door and could care less.  We sat together on the window sill, looking on at the rest of the world, my paw on hers, like time had stopped just for this one moment between my love and I.  So there we were, together and for just one night, I could rest easy knowing I was finally with my love.