One of the dogs woke me up at 5:40 this morning.
*lick, lick, lick*
So I got up, went downstairs, put the coffee on, and turned around.
Before I go further, you should know that a birthday was recently celebrated. The streamers and banners have since come down.
But one happy face helium balloon remains, silently bobbing around the living room.
Now back to the story.
As I said, coffee on, turn around and…
There it is. Mischievously peeking over the wing chair in the living room …
… and looking …
… at me.
It’s dark and early. Nobody is stirring in the house.
It’s just me, the dog, and the balloon.
I shiver.
It’s just a balloon. I say. No need to be creeped out. This is silly.
I look away and then glance back nonchalantly.
It’s still looking.
At me.
I take the dog downstairs and to the backyard so she can do her business.
Back up the stairs. Around the corner and back toward the kitchen and living room.
The balloon has shifted.
And it’s looking at me again. Waiting.
What do you want?
I decide to take drastic action. Taking the plastic stem in my grasp I drag the balloon into the pantry and shut the door.
Now I can do some work, distraction free.
Except I keep listening … for sounds … in the pantry.
When I open the door, will he still be smiling?
