Colorblind

Prompt: One day, you discover a book under your bed that you don't remember buying. You open it and realize that it's a journal...written by your dogs.

Lying face up on the carpet of my bedroom floor, I stared at the cracked ceiling above me, unfazed as Boromir licked away my tears.

"Hey, buddy," I whispered hoarsely.

Boromir whined softly, nudging my head gently. I reached up and scratched his ears, quieting him.

My phone was facing down on my chest. It was probably just as tired as I was from the many phone calls, texts, and emails from this week. First was the flowers, then the catering, and so on and so forth. Today was the venue, and unlike everyone else, they refused to give back a full refund. I couldn't even persuade the church manager to give me back my $100 deposit. I suppose that's the problem with choosing a popular church.

Sighing deeply, I pulled myself up to sitting position, leaning against the side of my bed. While I was tired. I was also unfeeling. During the whole process, I didn't give myself a chance to cry.

Until now.

I had completely lost it today, breaking the mug that he left and ripping the sweet letters he used to mail me from France.

Just a week ago, I was a month away from becoming Mrs. Wheaton, but now, I was still Ms. Elizabeth Bentley.

Lonely Ms. Elizabeth Bentley, whose friend of eight years and fiancé  of two hurt her by sleeping with a French client he met during his extended business trip in Paris.

I buried my head into Boromir's silky, silver fur. He nuzzled my shoulder comfortingly, setting his warm head by my neck. I ignored my buzzing phone, full of texts from my boss asking me for the hundredth time for a new column idea.

My well was more than dry, and plus, I didn't have to physically show up for work, just send in some idea samples. The joys of the Internet. 

The magazine didn't need to go out for a month, so the ideas could wait. I needed to fix the mess that was me first.

"Let's take a vacation, just you and me, to go see Mum and Dad."

He barked eagerly. Before I knew it, the next day. I was busy packing my car for a week long trip home. Just before we left, I decided to clean my bedroom a bit, so it wouldn't be as messed up when I return.

As I cleared the blankets, toys, and occasional stray dog treat from under my bed, Boromir barked joyfully and hopped around.

"Hey, big guy! You gotta move so I can finish cleaning and we can get going!"

I ushered him out of the room, listening as his claws clicked rapidly down the hardwood stairs.

Silently laughing, I resumed cleaning things out. Almost done, I noticed a small, black book-like shape in the very back. Stretching my arm deep into the back, my fingers touched a hard cover. I dragged the book out, only to find that it wasn't a book at all.

"What?"

It was journal with a Lord of the Rings themed cover. I flipped it around, examining the cover, but nothing looked remotely familiar. I gingerly opened to the first page, suspicious of another one of Paul's ploys to 'win' me back.

November 4th, 2014

I can't believe I did this. First day of kindness and I'm already stealing things from the very same people who have showed me that kindness. Paul Wheaton adopted me from the animal shelter and together with this journal, we were suppose to be Elizabeth Bentley's bday gift.