Hot summer days are the worst! They addle my brain and
leave me a little confused. Hot summer days are just great when you're playing
with family and friends, I thought as I rushed up the stairs, and through the
wide open door on the top floor. Home! Home sweet home, home cool home,
home...WAIT! This wasn't home, screamed my brain, as the ball thudded on to the
uncarpeted floor, while, mouth wide open, my panicked eyes searched for a
single familiar object, a human, even a faintly recognized scent...there was
none. I was all alone! All alone amidst unadorned walls, the harsh odour of
paint thinner stinging my nostrils, the planks of wood strewn across the floor
compelling me to watch my every step. A low moan escaped me as I frantically
searched for my cozy bean bag, that was placed across the carpet, near the
dining table, just for me. It was my spot, in my home, as I watched the birds
flying, blue birds flying, freed from their cage. I'd lie there watching them
for hours...WHERE WAS I?
Just as my low moan was about to turn into a mournful
howl, I heard the sweetest voice in the world, and it came from the gorgeous
girl next door. "ZEUS, you stupid mutt! Why have you gone charging into
the neighbour's flat?" Hot summer days are the worst!
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