While I Was Sleeping


What is that noise?  I can’t move.  What the hell is happening?  How did I get here?  Ok, let’s just take a moment.  What was the last thing I remember doing?

I was sleeping.  The house was deserted.  I had curled up in bed after dinner.  I remember being in bed.  I remember feeling sleepy.  No, wait, I had to get up and use the bathroom.  I used the bathroom and got a drink, then I went back to bed.  It was warm in the house.  My bed was cool as my body climbed back into it.  It felt wonderful.  I feel asleep almost immediately.

Ok, then what?  There was a noise.  Like a door opening, but not really a door, something metallic clanked.  I wanted to go investigate, but my body wouldn’t move.  I don’t know why my body wouldn’t move.  Someone picked me up, I remember that part.  They picked me up and carried me out of the house. 

Then what?   Motion, a car ride, I think.  It made me sleepy again.  There was a light breeze from somewhere.  It moved my hair.  I think I fell back asleep.

Now, I’m here.  But I don’t know where here is.  The room is bright, terribly bright.  My head hurts.  I’m chained up on something, a table I think.  It’s cold, like metal.  The noise gets louder. 

What the hell are you doing to me?  I try to make noise as a man comes into view.  He touches my face.  His hands are warm.  His fingers dig into me.  I’m picked up from the table.  I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t.  No sounds are coming out of my mouth.  My mouth feels weird.  It’s not just his hands, there’s something around my face.

I’m plunged into warm water.  The man begins to scrub me.  It hurts and feels good at the same time.  He lifts me from the water.  Instantly, I begin to shiver.  The air is so cold. 

AHHHH!!!  What is that?  It feels weird.  It doesn’t hurt, but it feels like it should.  What the hell? 

“Just a few more minutes, little guy, and we’ll have you all prettied up and ready for adoption.”  The man’s voice is gentle.  I finally manage to whine at him, I wish it had been a bark.

 

©Hadena James 2014

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead or actual situations is completely coincidental.

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