2 dogs, half-interested, are watching me. one, old, limping, deaf, lays on her bed near the door. the other, young but not a puppy, sits on the couch where i've repeatedly told him not to be, head flopped over at an unnatural angle, one eye open. it's not my couch and it's not my house and these aren't my dogs, but i'm pretending, and i'm pretty much convinced.
when creating a reality, is there any more to it than that?
the old dog just lifted her head, looked at me, looked at the wall, yawned.
limped to my chair, limped to the door, stands there now, whining.
"it's ok," i say. she can't hear me. but i'm convinced either way.
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