A short night-time story:
I am working late. The world is dark outside, the house is quiet. Suddenly, from the living room, a short high-pitch cry and a thud. In that order.
The kind of high pitch cry that a puppy makes when he realizes he is falling from the sofa. The kind of thud a puppy makes when hitting the floor. My educated guess? He had a nightmare, tried to fight it, kicked himself out of the couch.
Cry. Thud. And he comes straight to me, still shaking, with his tail between his legs, for cuddles. For comfort.
I take him to bed and hug him to sleep. Work can wait until tomorrow. Dream, puppy, you're safe now.
[Originally published on Fb page]