Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Evelyn

A sticky surface runs over the left side of my face. In the heat of my comforter, I roll over and try to go back to sleep. Not a second later, two feet plonk over me and something nudges me underneath my jaw, followed by a tongue lapping over my skin.

"Miles!" Taking refuge under the layer of my comforter I hide from the morning beast.

A loud woof pierces through the foggy daze of my sleepiness, and I open my eyes and blink several times. Suddenly I feel multiple paws digging into my body and I throw the cover away and sit up.

"I don't need an alarm." When I've got you, Miles, I mutter to myself and greet my other best friend in the world.

Miles, my three-year-old dog is always next to me no matter what I'm doing. The only time he leaves me alone is when I'm in the bathroom, otherwise, he's onto me all the time. I don't mind that one bit.

"Good morning Miles." My fingers scratch the side of his neck and he patiently lets me.

I stare into his innocent set of brown eyes that weakens my heart every time I see them. They're untouched by the darkness of the world, and I'm proud of myself for keeping him safe.

Miles barks and then pants as he takes a twirl on the bed. He then hops down from the bed and ambles to the door. When he reaches it, he turns his head as if accusing me of not stepping out of the bed.

Rolling my eyes I go to the bathroom first and do my morning routine.

In the kitchen, I get Miles some water and fill his bowl with dog food. Then, I stir the batter for pancakes.

Even though Miles eats his share of food, he still prods me to share whatever I'm eating with him. I find that quite endearing. Whether it's pasta or a slice of pizza, I give him bits and listen to him munching on it noisily. That might be the most tedious thing, but each moment of us doing anything together brings me pure delight and happiness.

After flipping the pancakes, I make myself a glass of celery juice that's said to improve your skin and digestive tract. I almost vomited the whole thing when I first drained the juice down my throat. I've tried a fair share of drinks, but nothing compares to this abomination. For a whole week, I boycotted it and swore never to take a sip. But then the advantages of it weighed on my mind and since I've dealt with acne, dark spots, and blemishes as well as a laundry list of other flaws I decided to drink it for the sake of my skin. Thankfully, though, adding a few apples and lemon to it somewhat decreases the bitter taste.

My dog doesn't even need the juice, he's already got a coat of satiny golden fur that gleams in the sun. I love running my hand over him and snuggling into him. Even though he's a male, he doesn't push me away when I cling to him for a minute longer than usual. If anything he's always down to curl into my side or lay his head on my thighs.

Once I'm finished with breakfast, I change into my work clothes which consist of cream pants and a white top. Underneath I wear heels. I apply some makeup and slip on a few gold pieces.

I get my keys and purse and leave the door open for Miles.

Most days he goes with me to the office, where he lays in the corner of the room and watches me work or play with other people. My staff loves my golden retriever and is always looming over his head. Miles loves the attention. However, there are days when he stays home and doesn't join me. It all depends on his mood.

We both take the elevator and I open my car door for him. Gracefully he jumps onto the passenger seat and sits up with his tongue out.

When I join him he turns to me and it looks like he's smiling at me. Laughing and scratching his front I start the engine and get onto the road.