Rebelus

All I Need Is Rest Tonight

"All I need is your love tonight."

The crowd sings like they hadn't enough merriment during last weeks Christmas. Like the New Year's fireworks were just a noise to make dogs barf. They had not known it bothered me.

But those are my words singing. So I sing along. Alone and away.

"All I need is your love tonight.", I singed raspfully.

The crowd sings along at the same time. I prepare for the base to drop.

They sing the words too. I'm not on the stage. They are far away.

"раз два три", I count aligned with the climax of the concert. Their concert.

Not to drop the best part of the concert no... but to cut the districts power grid.

Silence.

Followed by a crowds disappointment.

Soon the crowd starts booing. Oh no. Not their money's worth.

Grimacing from afar. "Over my damn beauty sleep."

I walk away from the power lines. I hear footsteps from the distance.

"Oh blyat."

I speed my pace enough to blend into the shadows behind the huge transformers.

The gate keeper like the stories I read from old novels are inherently in my opinion the doormat. Make no mistake I'm no compare to a hero.

And this gatekeeper is a dog not part of the whole story. Not at all.

No. Not one bit.

The dog approaches me.

"Good dog. Your not trained. Just a stray mutt."

The four legged friend decides it wanted me to feed it. My guess it was driven away from the fireworks. The loud parties.

I give some jerky from a pack I had in my purple winter jacket. Usually, I buy them for me to snack while I hop the train to get dead drops from other cities.

The dog sheds tears. A man once said dogs don't cry. They don't do it cause they are sad. The truth is nobody knows the truth but the fact is dogs can shed tiny little droplets of tears.

It looks up at me. I pat the head and caress it's ears.

I don't know if out of any emotion from both of us. I do know it doesn't matter. It's not part of the story. No. No. No.

The dog makes me feel a warmth inside despite the frozen surroundings.

The people from the distance starting to riot. Soon they'll leave. Or have someone hunt me down. Soon I'll sleep.

The dog reminds me of the time I asked the quandry to my grandmother.

Do dogs cry?

Boy, the dog knows your being fooled by it. Look into yourself. Know the truth. Don't deny them because they never go away. Real empathy is to give care even if you are being fooled.

As a boy I only bent the truth to cope with her answer. And maybe I still do. The dog is capable of emotion I said. It really is sad I said. I could not accept a dog could do other things other than love me. No less fool me.

I'm no different from the common person of society. Average is inescapable.

The only difference is I value my damn sleep over love.

"Dog, I have to go. And don't follow me. I'll kick you if you do."

I run a distance towards the open wooded area. Past it are the alleys.
From there on the nieghbourhood.
The car waiting at a parking lot beside a run down museum.