Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Trapped

Dreams

The dawn's sunlight's rays thru my open drawn curtain windows brightening my bedroom. I groan, turning over in my bed away from nature's natural alarm clock. Even with my eyes closed. I see the previous night's shrouding darkness receding. This is Bella, my four pounds Maltese her cue. curled asleep against my ribcage next to me on the bed, she stirs moving from her resting spot. As always, she extends her small white frame, stretching like a cat. Then Bella straightens, shakes her head which turns into a ripple effect, as her shake continues down her body and flicks sideways off her tail. After finishing, she turns around facing me sitting on her haunches giving me her usual morning look "Bathroom now, let's go".

When I don't get up quick enough, the little snot emphasizes her urgency by jumping on my chest with her two little front paws. With a grumbling voice, I tell her " I get it,". Sitting up on the bed placing my feet on the floor, I still pause a minute to look at the picture frame holding me and mom on my nightstand. A Minute longer than Bella liked. She growls causing me to turn my attention back to her away from the picture. Grumbling I voice "impatient much.". Picking her up, I set her down on the floor.

In the past, Bells USED TO jump off my high queen bed resulting in sometimes bumping her chin when she landed. I said used to, because she figured out it was safer to wait for me to pick her up.Then set her down on the floor. Than to jump and hit her chin. Smart little Bitch. Opening my bedroom door Bella bolts left, racing thru the kitchen past the open balcony door to squat on her pad to handle her business.

While she goes left I go right into the bathroom to handle my business. After washing up, I head to the balcony leaning right shouldered against the door frame when I arrive. As I was approaching, Bella had finished inspecting the balcony, now on her pad. "You're such a princess," I say while she is relieving herself. Bella looks up at me with what I swear, is a doggie smirk which says "AHHH RELIEF!"

Living on the elevated 9th floor has its perks. Taking my gaze off Bell's. I look out across the New York City skyline. I see a view of buildings, cars, the Major Deegan Highway. Trees covered with green robust leaves, a blue clear sky and people bustling below. Some strutting flesh-revealing clothes. Some look hot. Then there are those showing spare tires. Using a blouse or shirt owned by their 15 yr old and think it makes them look HOT! COME ON! Anyway, from this vantage point however, Most mornings, I get to see a wonderful sunrise the most beautiful colors of orange, gold-copper rays during sunsets.

Now if only mother nature would spare us from the clothes sticking high humidity accompanying the FREAKIN Ninety-two degrees predicted for today! Making liar's of the meteorologist's forecast of scattered rain showers. This day is perfect. For the first time, I will take Monk Carmen with me to the Pride parade.

Looking at this 5'4" frail appearing elder she-wolf, you would never imagine her position to be Beta of our legendary pack. Carmen "flaca (skinny)" Has shoulder-length smoke gray-black hair falling in soft curls just past her shoulder. Her eyes are like little black orbs appearing bigger as she often wears her glasses to look through. "Alejandro if anyone TOUCHES ME I am BREAKING THEIR HANDS." Was her warning when she accepted my invite. "Flaca," I said to her "This will be your first experience amongst gay humans who will be busy cheering, screaming, while carrying the rainbow flag, OR RAINBOW BODY PAINTING IT on themselves! As they walk by in thongs howling the symbol of unity for all gay people and supporters." Her response?

"What does walking for UNITY have to do with being IN A THONG!" I chuckle "Come'on you like it." Keeping my last comment to myself "Hope you can catch THIS RAINBOW Flaca!" Knowing today will prove interesting.

Though she's my birth pack's Beta she is my oldest sister and confidant, always being there for me. It was no wonder she got me an apt across from her when I decided I was coming to NYC to work on getting back my memories. You know now I think about it, I wonder if she spelled the previous tenants to leave? I gotta ask her. At that moment I receive my first of two-morning texts from her "GM Remember your pills."