Moon
Reverse: Peace will come after difficult period.
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I walked outside into the afternoon sun, slung my bag onto my back, and ran all the way home. I felt my feet pounding on pavement, almost tripping over cracks in the side walk. I just didn’t care where I was going, I just wanted to leave!
When I reached the end of my street I realized I had known where I wanted to go. I walked up to my house, and unlocked the front door. I heard the barking before the key was turned, and when I finally swung the door open I was met by the tongue, and rest of the body, of my dog pumpkin.
Pumpkin is a wolf hound mutt, and she really looks quite like a wolf. Her fur is graying black, but her muzzle and eyes are enclosed in white. Her eyes are dirty brown, but she often looks like she’s smiling when her tongue lolls out between her canines. Some people think she has some German Sheppard in her, she was always so obedient. Maybe she dose. I don’t care; she’s my girl, my baby.
She may be the only one who loves me.
When I got into the house, and closed the door behind me I rapped my hands around the large dogs neck, and while I was on my knees with her slobber soaked tongue licking at my cheeks I felt a tear get past me, and trickle down my face. I sat stunned for a moment by the warmness of tears, but soon pumpkin licked that away also.
She made all the pain go away.
I smiled as I stood, and as I wiped the dog drool off my face I giggled. Only here, with only my pets beside me can I finally be me. I turned, and started up the stairs, hearing the click click of pumpkin’s nails on the wood floor.
My house was a good size, especially for only one human occupant. I’ve lived in it for as long as I can remember. After my family died I inherited the house, and with help from some family members (though they would not actually live with me) I’ve been able to keep it, and now I pay for it myself. It’s hard to get enough money, and working two jobs, and school… I’m just so tired.
The house is white with a green and white door, and a large glass window. The yard is huge, and I have no neighbors really to speak of, just wood all around. The path leading down to the house is long and winding, and is no more than dirt leading through the thick trees.
There was an old swing set my father had put up out back, and a sand box that was really just dirt. The chicken pen was no more than a wire mesh fence with a little doll looking house for a roost. But this was home.
I’m only happy here, only here…
