9:14 p.m. - 2018-05-12
twohundredninetyeight
every night about half an hour before i go to bed, my dog disappears. i'll find him curled up on my bed. used to be i assumed he was hiding from going to his own room for the night as he must have sensed the time was coming. now, though, i realise he's just been warming my bed up for me.
good boy! you are the best friend.
[salvation :: the cranberries]
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