Reg climbed out of bed, the dread from her nightmare still squeezing her heart so tightly it hurt. It had been a long time since she had felt that anxious without knowing what it was she had to fear.
But even before she filled her first cup of coffee, she knew that it wasn’t going away. It wasn’t just the vestiges of a bad dream, brought on by imagination or watching TV too late into the night. Something was really wrong. She just didn’t know what it was.
Reg climbed out of bed, the dread from her nightmare still squeezing her heart so tightly it hurt. It had been a long time since she had felt that anxious without knowing what it was she had to fear.
But even before she filled her first cup of coffee, she knew that it wasn’t going away. It wasn’t just the vestiges of a bad dream, brought on by imagination or watching TV too late into the night. Something was really wrong. She just didn’t know what it was.
He sat back and looked at her, his gaze steady. If she knew what he wanted, then why did it take her so long to comply with his requests? How hard was it to go to the fridge and use her huge paws with their opposable thumbs to get him something good to eat?
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