But a Dream

Warming my toes, my dear friend Oscar snores, a beagle blanket for my feet as I write.

Wistfully, he huffs and whines, his movements twitchy as he chases after something he can only see in his dreams.

I dare not wake him; I know exactly how he feels.

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