A Morning Story
I wonder what my dog is thinking. I wonder what my dad is thinking. I wonder what my mom is thinking. I wonder what I am thinking, sometimes…
If I were them…
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Peanut’s point of view:
It’s morning. I see Brad walk out the door. He waves at Dad. Good. He’s gone. One more to go.
Dad is taking a while. He’s packing up his lunch. One day I will invent a stepladder so I can steal the food. In the meantime, I will settle for the rocks that barely pass as edible.
Aha. He waves at me. I stick my tongue out. Somehow he considers that a greeting. He smiles. “Bye!” He says. How childish.
He’s gone. I’ll wait for a few seconds. It’s always best. Sometimes Dad forgets things.
Ah. I see his car. It’s driving away.
Time to begin the operation.
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Dad’s point of view:
Stock market, economy, prices, gas. Oh, almost forgot my food. I’m thinking about so many things.
Inflation, down payment, stocks. Better go to work now. Bank accounts, interest rates.
I wave (economy) at the (gas price inflation) dog. He smiles. How cute. Better go now. Stock market.
I drive away. Might need another gas refill. Dang it. The prices are so high now. And with the bank interest rate at a all-time low it makes sense to…
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My point of view:
I need a new computer.
Stupid alarm clock always going off. I need a new computer.
Better brush my teeth. I need a new computer.
Better go downstairs now. I look at the old computer sitting in the corner. Ooooh, I need a new computer.
Homework’s all done. I’m good to go. Well, I would be, if I had a new computer.
I need a new computer.
Oh, dang it. Just spilled some soup. Better wipe it up.
“Bye, Dad.”
Biking for school. See someone on their computer through their window.
I bet that person’s computer is better than mine. I need a new computer.
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Mom’s point of view:
Snuggly wuggly. Ah, so comfortable inside the covers. How can I ever get out?
Today’s another great day. So many things to do, so many things to write, so many things to do!
DIIINNNNNGGGLLLEEEE, LLLLIIIINNNNGGGLLLE.
What is that noise?
JJJJJIIIIINNNNGGGLLLEEE, DIIIINNNGGGLLLEE.
Oh, great. It’s that dog. Always coming to bother me.
I better let him in. I climb out of the covers.
OOOH, that’s cold. Open the door. Get back under the covers. Hurry. Everything else can wait.
Aaa, back under the covers. Snuggly wuggly. This feels good.
Dog is licking my hand again. Arg.
I want to tell him to stop it.
I will tell him to stop it.
I look at him.
He looks at me.
…
Urrg, why am I stopping him from loving me? Why would I do that? Just look at those eyes, looking at me, with love, with compassion! And here I am, about to tell him to stop it, to stop loving me.
I… I didn’t know.
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Peanut’s point of view:
Operation succeeded. I’m in the room.
Stealth mode. Get up to her… get closer, get…
OOOOOHHHH! That smells good.
LOVE! Must love her!
LOVE! Must love her!
Get closer so I can LOVE her!
Touch her so I can LOVE her!
Happy happy happy! LOVE LOVE LOVE!