When I finally got back to my apartment, I couldn’t wait to get to bed. That was until I saw my animals all waiting for me. I couldn’t help it. I had to give them all hugs and read them a story before bed. Carlos said that since they were animals, they wouldn’t understand what I was saying, but I knew they looked forward to it just as much as I did. “Hello, my Precious!” I cooed to my little gray cat. I had to say his name like Sméagol from Lord of the Rings otherwise he wouldn’t respond. I picked him up to cuddle and looked down at my dogs. Pom-Pom (my Pomeranian) could get a little over excited at times, especially if I had been gone for a while, but Pixie (my Saint Bernard) was always calm. They both came up to me, tails wagging, as I held Precious, each hoping my attention would be directed to them next. I gave in quickly and soon we were all squished on the couch finishing the last chapter of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. When the story was over and I had finally settled myself into bed, I thought of the crazy events that happened that day. I was glad that I got to hang out with both Maggie and Carlos, but I was disappointed that I never got to eat my pancakes. Then my thoughts strayed to the men I had accidentally hurt in Maggie’s apartment earlier. I felt awful about it. My friends seemed convinced that they were trying to hurt me, but I didn’t believe that. I know that people thought I was oblivious, and yeah, maybe I did lose myself in my thoughts sometimes, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t observant when I wanted to be. When I looked at those guys, they didn’t look mean like the guys Carlos was always picking on. They looked sad and scared and young. I really wished I could’ve just talked to them and found out what was wrong. Oh well, maybe I’d see them again someday. I hoped so. I still needed to properly apologize for hurting them. My last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep were what I would say to them if I ever saw them again. R It was a beautiful morning! I had picked up all the dogs from their owners at 5:30 and took them on a walk through the park. The sunrise was so colorful, and the birds’ voices were so pretty. It seemed like one of those days where nothing could possibly go wrong. There weren’t a lot of people at the park. During the day this place was packed, but early in the morning there only seemed to be the stray jogger. People didn’t know what they were missing. Mornings are the best time to be outside. Everything is always so peaceful before the light hits the Page 89
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