Beau.

The wind softly blew against my fur, I could feel the slight sting of the concrete on my paws as I walked on a lonesome sidewalk. It was the middle of autumn and the leaves were as vibrant as ever. Passing a playground at one point filled with children, now deserted and lonesome, thoughts flooded my head. Most of the time I only saw similar-looking houses, each with only little details differentiating between them. I guess it was, if anything refreshing to see some sort of slight difference.

Then, as if by clockwork I came across a house that plagued my thoughts daily. It seemed to be covered in strange soot and grey clouds. In the past, whenever I had tried to enter, I was overwhelmed by the emotions this house brought upon me. Sometimes while in the house I wondered why, night after night I was forced to wander this empty dreamscape, hoping one day I would end this relentless cycle.

A small scratch at the door suddenly awoke me. I was cuddled in my sheets and lacked motivation to move, plus I already knew was the sound was made by. Poor dog has been acting strange ever since we've moved to the city. I could hear his graceful paws pace back and forth. All attempts to fix his sudden personality change have failed. Vet visits, food change, and even new toys and blankets have not worked. I myself feared it was his older age taking a tole. Ever since i've remembered my grey, shaggy wolfhound has elegantly walked beside me. Why now is he acting so aloof, restless, and skittish? Eventually I look it upon myself to open the door, his large scruffy face popped into my vision. He tilted his head, wagged his tail then barged into the room with no consideration of what he might knock over. I glanced over at his dog bowl I had laid out the previous day, the kibble lay uneaten" as usual. The daily walk offered no new clues about his illness. His graceful paws treaded the cool concrete, his lack of excitement and facial expressions alarmed me. As I was was marveling at the beautiful sunrise he followed behind me, observing the houses closely. I wondered if he was looking for something

The night was cold and relentless, A harsh storm appeared in the dreamscape. The droplets stung every part of my body, and I was overwhelming cold. There was darkness everywhere. My dreamscape was crumbling, what was happening to me? Why was I forced to endure this horrible reality?

Suddenly, light to bright to look at covered my field of view. Is this what death looked like? My body was completely paralyzed, face feeling numb I attempted to move my eyes, I couldn't. My life was slowly being forced out of me, every second potentially becoming my last. But something deep inside me begged for a second chance, a hope to survive. A will to overcome my horrible reality. Then as if by a force unknown, I was back. My paws ached desperately and I needed to rest, so I walked to the only place I was sure would offer any sort of shelter, that dreaded house. It's soot clouded my mind and darkened my thoughts. But despite it all, I curled up into a small ball, huddle in a corner and attempted to rest.

I awoke to a sudden thud seeming to come from nowhere. Despite the magnetic like pull telling me to stay in my bed I groggily stood up. Oddly enough my house slippers were gone, wondering what was going on I called for my dog Beau. But there was no response, not even the slight tick tack of his paws on the wooden floors. A wave of cold, harsh air swept through my room prompting me to go shut my window. When I looked outside I was horrified, a heavy fog covered the landscape, raindrops gracefully fell to the ground with a faint sound of pitter patter, the streets seemed unstintingly empty. My first thoughts went to Beau, I wondered where the dog must be. Quietly tiptoeing downstairs I peeked around the corner to see if Beau was in his bed, but he wasn't. I called out his name for a second time to no avail. I frantically ran outside, only to find my graceful, shaggy dog huddled tightly to the left corner of the porch. I dragged him inside I covered him with a soft, warm cashmere blanket.

I stiffened my body when I heard the sound of movement around me. A small, hushed tone was calling for me. Over and over repeating my name "Beau". I slowly opened my eyes to see my teary eyed owner, with light brown hair, soft facial features and caring eyes. In the 14 years i've been by her side, this is the first time I've seen her this upset.

Using every bit of my strength I stood up. Faintly wagging my tali, I let out a small whine. My eyes wandered towards the window, but the sight that laid ahead alarmed me. The weather and aura surrounding this house was that of my dreamscape. Slowly walking to the door, I nudged the aged artifact open. There I stood, On the foggy, lonesome streets. A faint breeze of cool autumn air was prevalent, the raining had stopped and for the first time I didn't feel groggy or tired. Oddly enough I felt a strange presents of serenity. Turning back to my owner I wagged my tail then proceed to run upstairs. Finally stopping when I found my cozy dog bed lying in the corner of her room.

I awoke to a sudden thud seeming to come from nowhere. The morning sky was vibrant and beautiful with clouds happily floating in the air. Beau was cuddled up in his bed, his eyes bore a peaceful expression. Sitting up I recalled that awful dream that occurred last night. Hoping to never go back to that place I quietly got up. Beau got up the fastest he could considering his old age, then running to my side.

We started on our morning walk, Beau happily sniffed and explored the surroundings, greeting everyone as we walked by. The birds were chirping away to their hearts content. Everything seemed as it was before the move, perfect.