Monday, December 12, 2011
my blue eye
The Lady tells me she can't stop staring into my blue eye. She can't stop talking to me either. Especially when we're snuggled in bed together in the morning, when I wake her up. She tells me about her relationship problems. She talks to me about book ideas. What she might make for dinner. What adventures we'll have. I guess this isn't so strange. But she asks me so many questions. About what I think, and what should she do. Don't you think that's odd? But I listen anyway. And lick her face to let her know I care, even if I don't have any answers for her.