"Don't be too long, alright?" Mikal pleads as I'm leashing Luna up for her morning walk.
"Somebody jealous of us?" I tease.
"Very funny." She smirks.
I walk over to the couch where she's sitting and give her a peck on the cheek. "We won't, I promise."
"I get next walk, remember!" she calls after me, as I head out the door.
"Got it, love you."
I tug my jacket sleeve back down to cover my wrist scars which, like most of the dreams, are starting to fade just a little with time, as I lock the front door behind us.
Like the scars though, I suppose I'll never fully shake the dreams from that life...err, afterlife, and honestly, I'm mostly okay with that. I don't know that I'll ever even want to be fully rid of that place, little as I liked it while I was there.
I insisted on switching walk shifts with Mikal, only partly to give her a break here and there like I'd claimed to, and partly to mull over my thoughts and mentally debate with myself on whether or not to totally fill Mikal in on exactly what the dreams I've been having are...particularly last night's, and what they might mean.
How do you even begin to tell someone, especially her, that you were debating on if you were really as happy to be back as you probably should be...and how to convey that she won't have to worry about me making any more attempts. God, that's ALL she needs right now.
I can't seem to figure that one out anymore than I've managed to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to tell the kid if they ever want to know how Mommy and Daddy met.
Call me morbid, or whatever, but at least that mystery is somewhat amusing to think about.
I smirk a little at the thought and tug, gently, at the leash to stop Luna from sniffing and/or munching on each end every individual blade of grass, on our adventure.
"Sometime today, Luna." I tease, as if she can understand me...or even cares, if she does.
She resists a little, tugging back on her end of the leash, but finally decides to do her business when I gently tug her away, again, from the patch of grass she's nibbling away at.
I glance back down at my wrist, of which the scar is just slightly visible above the sleeve, while Luna's sniffing around for the next patch of grass she deems worthy enough for her.
Maybe I'm just crazy. Maybe I'm just crazy, and the dreams don't mean anything and are just one more thing for me to overthink about since returning back from that place.
After all, they have been starting to fade...aren't they? They certainly aren't as frequent as they had been those first few weeks or so of being back, much like the physical scars on my wrist. Perhaps, like the scars, they'll one day be even more faded and barely noticeable too.
I shrug and follow Luna's lead when she finally decides that this area of grass is, in fact, not worthy of her royal highness.
"How was your walk?" Mikal asks, turning to look, as I lock the door behind us and lean down to free Luna from her leash.
"I think we actually came across at least ONE grass area that was unworthy of becoming Luna chow, this time around." I tease, coming around to take the spot next to Mikal on the couch.
She giggles. "I think that's a new record for her." She leans over to kiss me. "Thank you for taking her."
I smile back at her. "Anytime."
