Greve had that dream again. A tale told endlessly in his sleep over and over again. His dream could be called a curse, the same place and characters replayed constantly like an infomercial late at night.
As he lies there in bed, shirtless in his underwear, hands clasped behind his head staring into the darkness. He can hear his dog snoring in the floor, inhaling and exhaling making the cutest grunts and wheezes. It sounds like a tiny old man. Greve turns over onto his side, he can see the light from the morning sun peep through his light blue curtains giving this early morning a muggy scene.
Greve rolls back over onto his right side, body twisting and joints popping that seem to be really loud but only he can hear. He yawns and stretches out wide, his back pops then his elbows followed by his fingers and knee caps. Reaching over to the night stand, he grabs his phone to check and see if he has any new messages or emails. It’s 6:27AM already, and he has two messages from his friend Aubrey. One message says: “See you later today, can’t wait for our trip!” The other is just a colon with a closed parentheses creating a smiley face.
“Rugger Bugger it’s time to wake up!” Greve says to his dog, Rugby a comical 14 year old English Bulldog. He’s young in human years but ancient in dog years. Rugby inhaled deeply then exhaled as if to tell Greve that he woke him from his beauty sleep. The dog gets up slowly, grunting and huffing as he proceeds through the morning ritual. You can hear the clacking of Rugbys paws on the hardwood floor as he walks down the long hallway with a periodic stop and looking back to see if Greve is following him.
Rugby stops and sits at the backdoor, waiting for his owner to come and open the door. He soon hears heavy footsteps coming down the dark hallway and into the kitchen. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t rush me.” Greve says to Rugby with keys jingling in his hands. He opens the door for his dog and grabs a pack of Marlboro Lights 100s off the kitchen sink. Rugby walks out onto the back porch.
Rugby waddles down the steps of the porch, four steps down may not seem like a lot to some but to a dog who is fourteen years old, it’s plenty. He stands there in the soft dew filled filled grass to take in the morning breeze. Rugby starts sniffing the grass, then looks up and circles around to sniff the ground behind him then proceeds to walk toward the steps of the porch. It isn’t soon after, the backdoor opens and grabs the dogs attention. He looks toward the porch with his tail wagging side to side, as he sees Greve standing there in his white Fruit of the Loom underwear.
“You get to see grandma this weekend, dude. She’ll be over here in about an hour. She’s gonna watch you while I’m away on this road trip. Any objections?” The dog looks up at Greve and snorts, Greve laughs; “I take that as a no.”
Rugby is his best friend. Greve adopted Rugby from his ex after they broke up. They had been together for 2 years but because of abuse, Greve decided to leave. He has had the dog for a year and is a lot happier. Not only that but being a bachelor isn’t so bad, getting drunk and high on a daily basis is the life. Sleeping around isn’t bad either, he gets to meet all kinds of guys. Greve takes a cigarette out of his pack of Marlboro Light 100s and lights it up. He blows smoke slowly out of his mouth, then looks down from the porch. “All right, Rugger. Gram will be here about forty-five minutes. Come help me get my things together.” He says to his dog, the little old pup surged with excitement wagged his tail and followed Greve inside.