The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear
-Sarah MacLachlan

SNOOPY

the door slammed. she leaned her back against it as she sank to the floor, burrying her head between her legs. she still held back. she raised eyes slightly and she spotted him on the bed - the one with the shoulder she could let loose on.

she pulled herself up, and dashed to across the room. climbing over the covers, her small hands reached for him. enclosing him in a death grip, she lay down.

and cried.

her tears fell into his fur...
her choked sobs muffled into his body...
her fingers gripped his sweater...

until she was spent...
tired...
fallen asleep...



ten years later...

his frame is now so much smaller than hers...
but he still felt soft against her cheek...
and he's s still the one she clutches as she surrenders to her dreams.

to the late Charles M Schultz, for giving me a friend for life.