Elpenor
a clown’s heart and a mandolin
In the mornings our family dog liked to run upstairs, scratch open the bedroom door, jump onto my parents’ bed, park himself in between my parents, who would then be deprived of a warm duvet as it got pulled into the middle of the bed.
A superior outcome for the dog, cocooned by duvet and two bodies, though a less optimal outcome for my parents who in any case needed to get up.
A superior outcome for the dog, cocooned by duvet and two bodies, though a less optimal outcome for my parents who in any case needed to get up.