All you see is black
Your mind is hazy
You look right, black
You look left , black
But you see something
Something faintly in the distance
You appear to be getting closer,
But you notice you are not moving.
The object gets closer and closer
And finally, flies by you.
You catch a slight glance of what it may be.
You see a face, golden, flat, with a partial black
And you see a tail.
A curly, short tail.
You wonder to yourself,
What was that.
You go home, and go to bed
When you wake up in the morning.
Your head is clear, so you get out of bed.
You notice your dog.
He looks familiar, very familiar.