I wake and I remember.

My pug awaits.

I creep down the stairs,

Careful not to wake,

The sleeping creature snoring like a bear.

I crouch next to him and watch him dream.

I watch as his muzzle trembles and his muscles quake.

Finally, I lay a hand on his pelt

And smile as he slowly realizes,

I am here.

His crooked teeth show when he is happy,

And with a gaze that can make me melt,

He stands up and runs into my lap.

Soon he is asleep again

But sleeps soundlessly in the comfort of my arms.