I want to pull the covers back over my head and hope the world will just go away and let me be for one more day. I’ll go outside tomorrow and I’ll walk in the sunlight and I’ll get a coffee and sit outside and drink it while humanity ebbs and flows around me…I will…tomorrow.
Buck looks at me with those soulful, deep brown eyes of his and seems almost to say to me that tomorrow will be just fine with him…that he can wait. In that simple, devoted way he has to him, he reassures me he understands the world is a big, loud, brash place to be and it’s perfectly fine with him if we just stay in and watch a movie or do something of a similar bent.
And, if tomorrow I do, in fact, decide, it’s a good day to finally leave the house and venture out into that big, loud, brash place, well then he’ll be right there beside me to help me deal with it all…because, after all, isn’t that what a guy’s best friend is for?
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Devotion.