Thursday, March 23, 2017

Talking Dogs

Amanda lay in her new bed. She didn't want to get up. The mattress was too comfortable.

Amanda was at the stage where she was aware of her surroundings, but not fully awake. She thought she could hear two men talking. It didn't seem to be English, but she could understand everything they said.

"I don't understand it," One of the voices said, "My partner is a very calm person, but my daughter cannot seem to be still." He sighed, "It doesn't help that she barely registers as a level one."

"You daughter is very creative, " the other voice said. This voice was oddly familiar. "We hadn't had an artist in a long time."

"Says the one whose daughter is still not leveled," the first voice said bitterly.

"Perhaps if my daughter would spend more time with yours, she might help your daughter to level a little more."

"Maybe. I just hope they don't find out about…"

"Hush," the second voice said, "someone's listening. "

"But, but, buh, bark BARK!"

Amanda sat up in bed, thinking she could hear the conversation better. Instead, the voices seemed to turn into the dogs barking outside.

Amanda walked out into her balcony, and sure enough, there were two cars parked with their owners talking to each other. Each car contained a dog who took turns barking at each other.

Amanda rubbed the bridge of her nose. These 'waking dreams' were happening more often, and it was starting to get to her. At least they weren't happening in the middle of the day.

She checked the clock. 8:00 am. She considered calling the psychologist but thought against it.

They were just dreams, after all, not the same as hallucinations, Amanda thought, just dreams.
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