I wake and I remember.
My pug awaits.
I creep down the stairs,
Careful not to wake,
The sleeping creature snoring like a bear.
I crouch next to him and watch him dream.
I watch as his muzzle trembles and his muscles quake.
Finally, I lay a hand on his pelt
And smile as he slowly realizes,
I am here.
His crooked teeth show when he is happy,
And with a gaze that can make me melt,
He stands up and runs into my lap.
Soon he is asleep again
But sleeps soundlessly in the comfort of my arms.