Haunted Pt. 2

The nurse left work at five o’ clock. After a long 43 hour shift, she was ready to sleep for a week.

At her apartment she fed her dog while he greeted her with kisses and continuously whined. Even after he ate and drank and played, he still continued to whine.

Her eyes were heavy, however, and her entire body was worn out from the toil the day had on her.

When she groggily opened her eyes again, her dog was still whining.

“What Rascal? What do you want?” She groaned.

He only whined in response, and her pounding headache would not have any of it.

So, she forced her feet to swing off the couch. She rested her head on her hand and rubbed her eyes. She was just so tired. But her headache made it impossible to fully relax, so she stood up to investigate what Rascal could possibly be whining about.

He led her to the end of the hallway to the closet and pawed the door. She pointed to the door, “This is just a closet Rascal. Is this what you wanted me to see?”

He continued to paw the door and whine, looking up with a helpless expression. After sighing and rolling her eyes, she opened the door, only to find…puppies? She turned around to Rascal, but he wasn’t there, all that was behind her was a line full of puppies.

Anxiety became a rock in her chest as she tried to breathe.

 How could this have happened? He’s a boy, and he’s neutered, She thought to herself, but in all her mental confusion of the moment, she couldn’t be sure of anything anymore.

She followed the line of puppies out to the living room where it was completely filled with puppies, and kittens, and tons of other creatures and living things.

Stress pounded down on her, she couldn’t breathe. Grasping onto her neck she felt literally weighed down. As her eyes glanced down, all she could think was, Oh shit, oh shit, ohshitohshitohfuckingshit.

Her belly was round and big, as if it were about to pop. She couldn’t help but feel extremely nauseous at the whole situation. And the smell of animals didn’t help either.

There was no way she could do this on her own. She sat down and tried to breathe, but she began to hyperventilate.

At that moment she woke up to her dark living room, devoid of all animals, besides Rascal. Instantly she checked her stomach, and sighed with relief.

            No baby, plus that would be impossible.

But her dog was still whining, and again she felt the anxiety within her gut. He pulled on her work pants that were still on from earlier in the day.

And again, just like her dream, he pulled her to the end of the hallway, right to the closet. With every ounce of courage she could muster, she quickly pulled the door open. A small smile appeared on her tired face. This she could handle.

It was a small orange tabby kitten, tired and hungry, just like her. Although the kitten probably got in through the doggy door, this situation was much better than the one her dream presented her with. She decided the kitten would be called lucky, because that’s all she could feel at the moment: luck.