White Dog wondered why I was writing in near darkness sans glasses during the predawn time when she and I normally curl up around each other asleep. I whispered shushing go-back-to-sleep noises as I struggled to put on paper he painting/poem quickly fading from my head. White Dog reopened an eye when she heard me click the pen cap in place then she moved tighter against me, bidding me to recapture at least some of our shared slumber.
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