Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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Simon

The coldness woke me up.

I half-opened my eyes, discovering a very blurry environment. I feel a burning pain, so I close them almost immediately.

A chill sailed all over my body and I shrink more, in search of generating heat.

It was in vain, the cold didn't go away. I growl and straighten up, rubbing my eyelids hard, hurting myself.

My mind slowly began to work properly, interpreting reality and what my senses were informing.

All of the sudden I stop my movements.
And I realized it.

Hands. I have hands.
I gradually remove them from my face and, with my eyes still a little foggy, I analyze them disbelievingly. I move my fingers, strange tingling going through them.

"What?" I palpate my face, definitely recognizing it as my own instantly.

Confusion and surprise had no space in me.
First of all, I pinch my forearm to make sure it wasn't a dream... and it wasn't.

I take my neck in my hands, questions beginning to arrive and replenish my head.

I gasp when I look down: I am naked!

Without a single second longer, I cover myself with my hands. Bert by then was already waking up and when he sees me, he comes out of his bed in a clumsy leap, barking loudly.

I feel dread "Shh, Bert! Silence, you'll wake David up" the dog howls slightly and I nod "I know, I know, I'm very confused too, I don't know how it happened".

I fleetingly look up the stairs and swallow "Bert, I need your help. I must go, but not like this. I need clothes".

It's true that I couldn't understand Bert now, but I would swear, by the look he gives me, that right now he's making fun of me.

I bite my lip in shame and together we go up to the second floor in total silence.

I quickly locate the guest bathroom and lock myself in it. I take one of the towels that are stored there and wrap it around my waist, greatly relieved to recover some privacy.

I was going to take a look in the hallway to see what the hell Bert was doing, but the deep, raspy voice of Walliams a few feet away from me makes me discard it.

"My Bert, good morning"

I put my ear to the door.

"Oh yeah, your morning walk."

A few minutes of tortuous silence pass in which my heart beats with great force in my chest.

My senses are alerted again when I hear footsteps approaching. I held my breath as he was in front of my door. Fortunately, he passed by, going down the stairs.

In haste I leave my hiding place and enter David's room.

I do what I can to neutralize my nerves, but still my hands trembled in their search for a boxer in the drawers. As soon as one looks good to me, I put it on, leaving the towel aside, and run to his wooden closet. I take the first dark garment I see and a pair of grey wool trousers.

I proceed to get dressed as fast as I can and finish pulling up my pants when I hear his footsteps.

My soul falls at my feet.
Damn it!

Desperately I gaze everywhere and without any other choice, I throw myself to the ground and hide under the king size bed.

Just in time.
I froze in my place.

"Agh, my head is killing me..." I distinguish David's feet going to the left side of the room.

I hear that he opens the bedside table drawer. Drops of sweat fall down my forehead.

The pressure that was crushing me was almost unbearable, but I had to resist if I didn't want to have the weirdest moment of my whole life.

How would David Walliams react if he found Simon Cowell under his bed wearing his clothes?

I didn't want to find out.

Life finally got tired of making it difficult for me and David leaves the room, allowing me to take normal breaths again.

"Oh... my... goodness" I puff and close my eyes, dropping my head on the floor.

Once it was certain that David and Bert had gone out, it was necessary to borrow Walliams' cell phone and call my driver. After giving him the address where he will pick me up, I delete the number from his call history.
It is better to prevent suspicions.

Thank heaven my driver didn't ask me anything, just a cordial "how have you been, sir?"

He was very surprised when I hugged him before getting in the car.
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Returning home was surreal for me.
I just couldn't believe it.

I knew full well that there were missing pieces of this great puzzle, and I was willing to find them, but for now I just wanted to enjoy my humanity.

"Simon?" Suzanne's voice behind my back takes me out of my thoughts.

Seeing her causes me nothing, not even a slight tickle.

"Suzanne, hello!" I scratch my neck, uncomfortable. All this time with David I hadn't once thought about her.

"Wow, um, it's great to see you again after so long!" smiles awkwardly.

"Yes, I know"

"May I ask you... why are you dressing like this?"

I look at myself and blush.
David's clothes didn't fit as big as I expected, but it was noticeable that I was one size smaller than he, not to mention the pants, which were almost ten centimeters longer than my legs.
Plus, I was barefoot.

I pretend to laugh.
"Will you excuse me?"

I go to my room to change my pants, keeping the black shirt on...

I liked the way David's shirt smelled.