Betty woke slightly akilter. The lady helped her down from the bed, carried her down the stairs, set her gently down in the kitchen in front of the food bowl. Big and small chunks poured into the bowl, smelling of corn and duck and something else Betty didn't have a picture for. She nibbled because her belly was angry and very very noisy. But she only ate a bit before she wanted to go outside. She didn't trust herself and was frankly amazed that she made it through the night without peeing on the bed.
The lady hooked her harness to the leash and carried her down the front steps. Betty's back legs were the most shaky, like they were still asleep and couldn't trust themselves. They walked slowly, only a block, around and back.
The sky seemed to seep out from Betty's thoughts. The wind was odd and specific, pushing just one leaf in the middle of the street, so that the lady and Betty both watched it and their skin crawled just a little. Everything eerie, everything just slightly off. The streetlights like staged spotlights on a filmset, the music quiet. Everything building suspense.
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