“Good night, Sarah,” I murmured, soft snores escaping her lips. I was about to follow suit, till I grew thirsty.
Patting the nightstand beside me, I realized that I must’ve left my glasses downstairs.
Creeeak…the hallway was shrouded in darkness. Blindly walking, my foot bumped into an object on the floor. Placing my hands on it, soft fur met my fingertips, along with a wet tongue. I stroked its head before grabbing my water and heading back upstairs.
In the morning, I asked Sarah, “When did you get a dog?”
She raised a brow, “Kathy, I don’t have a dog…?”
