He Plops His Body Onto The Floor

It’s 2:30 am.

The humans are sleeping but not the big dog.

He’s making his rounds of the house.

Security is his job.

He comes into the bedroom and sticks his nose in my face.

Now I’m awake with nowhere to go.

As he slides to the floor, he lets his bones go slack, and I hear them thump on the floor.

It’s a weird sound to hear bones hit the floor.

It sounds like the dog is coming apart.

I wonder if it hurts.

A few moments later, I hear his breathing as he’s settled and spread out on the floor beside my bed.

He’s completely relaxed.

I wonder if he’s dreaming.

Not like me, when I am awake at 2:30 am, my self-talk starts and tries to solve all the problems I think I’m facing.

I let my bones fall into the mattress.

I let them fall loose and relax, taking the lead from the dog.

Sleep comes relaxed.

Maybe I’m closer to what the dog can teach me about relaxation at 2:30 am.