Beams of light break through the blinds, dancing across my face, beckoning me to awake. It’s a Sunday in June, but I don’t go to church anymore so there’s no need for me to get up this early. I am afraid to even get out of bed, knowing if my dog hears the slightest step, he won’t stop whining until I come downstairs. Is it wrong to leave him alone so I can sleep a little while longer, though I know he’s bored? Guilt pushes me down the stairs, only to find his puddle of urine. I should have slept longer.
By Elroy McCavrin