Little Brown Dog snug on a Christmas blanket.
15 year old writer tapping away on a computer.
Subtle snores exit Little Brown Dog’s nose.
Sudden movement and glassy hazel eyes open.
A glare in the writer’s direction and
Little Brown Dog closes her eyes.
No bigger than the writer’s computer,
no smaller than a piece of naan.
Little Brown Dog snoozes away,
any dreams are left for herself.