Wake-Up Call

By: Melissa Ratliff

It was the clickety-clank of her nails against the hardwoods that woke me up. As simple as that – clickety-clank. It wasn’t even that loud. But it broke the silence and broke through my dreams to semi-consciousness. I can tell it’s too early and she knows I’m not a morning person. I try to peer out of half-closed eyes to keep from really waking. I spy her standing there. She’s silhouetted in the doorframe. She’s just staring. She doesn’t whine, she doesn’t come closer, she just stares. She doesn’t need to do anything. She knows I’ll rise to take her out.

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