Eternal Bliss

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In a box I found myself in a style I never thought I will sleep.

Not in a bed anymore, but on the side of a road, underneath a tree.

I sniffed at my skin where my masters penetrated that needle. I smelt medicine.

Well, where were my masters?

Or say Where were I?

I wasn't home, yet I thought I was nearby.

I roamed around and it felt like a nightmare.

A nightmare where I am lost, amidst hundreds of ghosts, with their ghostly stares.

Even if I did follow my power,

I was not able to find my pleasure. The place where I'd poo and get yelled at. It was my treasure.

I saw a man in suit, and he saw me too.

He looked annoyed and I received a kick from his foot.

I squeaked for I don't know how to make other kind of noise. I ran away and kept my butt sat on the same box with some of my same old toys.

I was sure now that this was a nightmare.

I was sure that I woke up in a world where my masters did not exist. Masters whose orders I did not follow, jump, fetch and sit.

I was sure that I'll wake up someday to the real world, to my bed again or maybe with my master's hug.

I closed my eyes a hundred times and let my soul out to the blank.

But I still lived here in a box in the world of annoyed people. A world of fakes. 

The hunger felt so realistic in this unnecessary dream.

I had to feast on some trash with vegetables and some leftover cream.

Days passed and now even the garbage was delicious, it seemed. 

Well now, I had left my box of toys and came far away. I had become a roaming stray. I slept to wake up every night and even on day.

But never did I wake up again in luxurious way.

Now I sit on the ground, counting stars in the night sky.

Stars fade in my vision and I listen to other stray souls as they cry.

One foot away from me, another me snarls at my hopeless self.

I try not to snarl back and make an understanding, believe me, I try.

But I end up in a fight because staying dumb in this world doesn't help.

Once I saw a person in a familiar coat.

She walked to a car I know, down the road.

Oh! She is my lady, she knows where home is.

My nightmares broke down, starting my eternal bliss.

"Take me home master. Please."

Is she carrying my baby?

My body stopped moving.

I cannot believe my lady.

She put my collar on him.

She looks so happy,

is my man this happy too?

I moved away silently.

"Masters I'm happy for you."

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