15 September 2012
Help. That's what the word said. It was no coincidence. I had looked into the window, just curious, as it is in my nature. I saw the word. Painted in shadows from the thick bright rays of sun pushing in through the window.
Yes, I know how to read. I know from years before. But that was before. Before the fire.
A human is in danger, or a ghost, or some sort of supernatural being. I don't quite care, I will help whatever it is.
Why? Curiosity? Maybe. Instinct? It's possible. I'm not sure but I think it is just because I need something, anything to occupy my time.
I scratch at the window and whine. Nothing. I howl so loudly that whatever is in there has to hear me. Nothing. I sniff around to see if I can find any clues. Nothing.
I am tired from a restless week so I curl up by the window and nervously anticipate morning.
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