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Being Zeke
The first thing that made me realize something was amiss was the white ball of cotton in front of the door when I opened it.
I knew immediately it was batting from a pillow — the stuff they put inside to make them fluffy.
I also knew immediately that it shouldn’t be on the rug by my front door. It should be inside a pillow.
I looked about a foot and a half further down the foyer and, lo and behold, I found another piece of fluff. Indeed, there was a whole trail of them in what appeared like some messed up version of rose petals or something.
The detritus led me to the middle of my living room where it looked like a bomb had gone off — one made of batting. It actually looked like the fake snow I’ve seen in Christmas displays at the mall — that’s how much of it was covering the carpet.
I dropped my head for a second. After the day I had just had, this was, quite literally, the very last thing I wanted to come home to. I was starting to think somehow the universe had it out for me. I seriously debated whether or not I had the energy to clean up the mess.
At that exact moment, I heard a small noise that seemed to be coming from the under the middle of the mess. It sounded like a snort.
That’s when his head popped up and I was able to meet his brown eyes.
