Late time night owl they say.
Sometimes at night I toss and I turn.
That's only when I can't stop thinking of something.
I used to lay awake and think about it for hours.
It didn't matter if it was the next day of school or the weekend.
I also used to have a book near me.
If i want to write down my thoughts.
But you know what, it was way too dark to write on some pieces of paper.
So I just lay there.
I thought about many things.
Once I couldn't sleep because I had feelings for my guy best friend in the world.
Or sometimes I would think about how the stars shined so bright.
But yet I couldn't find any stars at night.
As I lay on my comfy bed.
I've fallen asleep thinking.
And it's in my dream again.
Yet again I've been told I'm an overthinker.
Since i'm always rethinking about things that happen to me about my past or that just happen.
I also have a dog.
She's a morkie.
Anyway when i'm tossing and turning.
I guess she knows I'm thinking about many things again.
She pushes my door open and comes near me and hops on the bed and lays next to me until I fall asleep again.
Then she jumps off and goes back to her bed.
She's one of few people I do actually talk to, hoping she can talk back.
But all I get is her bumping her head on my head or her paw on my hand.
When she was little, the size of both of my hands.
She was 2 months old.
She cried the first night.
The second night she cried more
And the third I went to go to her cage and open it and put her on my lap.
And then I told her a story about someone who wanted a dog really badly.
Aka me.
I bumped my head with hers.
She dumped my head when she got happy.
So that's kind of our thing now.
Once I thought Bella, my dog got lost.
I started to panic.
She came running up the stairs and found me crying my eyes out.
She dumped my head and then I dumped back.
She kinda helped me stop panicking.
She's always going to be there for me
And I'm always going to be there for her.

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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poesíait's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.