this morning #2097.

this morning, there was an unusual amount of barking coming from the apartment downstairs. based on the lack of human reaction down there, he had to assume that no one was home. frequent, periodic puppy yelps. they could mean anything. loneliness. hunger. a terrifying bug. a familiar or unfamiliar dog passing by outside. he hoped that the little fluffball was alright. poked his head out in the hall. called his name. for a few minutes, the barking ceased but soon started right back up again. he wondered if he should tell the neighbors. if something was off with their dog & he kept quiet, he’d feel awful. didn’t want them to think he was protesting though. mulled it over so much that the pup showed up in that evening’s dreams.