A pent up need to write: a disjointed dream made into a story
Its night time and I find myself in the living room head in my paws sad and alone again. The moon light barely illuminates the small room, making me feel worse. Hurt, cold, stressed, sad, and alone these thoughts keep racing through my head with no propose. Almost sobbing I look up to see a figure in the chair besides me. The night only giving away, a faint outline of a large wolf with deep blue eyes. He gestures for me to come closer. Afraid, I slowly move closer to him. Suddenly reaches out and hugs me tightly, and without hesitation I fall into his lap sobbing into his chest. Slowly, without words his embrace melts away my anxieties. I feel his warmth his protective grasp, in his arms nothing will hurt me. Being coddled like a child, snuggling his shoulder my soundings disperse into the twilight. Its only me and him nothing else exists only us and the stars, a connection stronger then time stronger the reality itself! In his arms…healed, warm, content, happy, and loved.
Ps. I'm still missing my journal