Clayton
My alarm clock woke me up from a strange dream. I ran through the woods again with the black wolf, Hazel. She would yip and play like a dog and allow me to pet her. Then when we stopped, she morphed into Frankie, and then that’s when the alarm went off.
I sat up on my bed and stared into space for a moment. Ever since I drove away from Frankie last night, she has been on my mind. The black wolf howling in the middle of the street to seeing it outside the yard. I can’t get her or the wolf out of my mind. But I can’t be with a woman that delusional.
I slowly get out of bed and stumble into my bathroom. I shower, shave, and everything else. I dress in one of my better suits and head downstairs. My daughter sits at the table eating cereal while my mother is sipping coffee.
“Good
