The light from her office spills into the darkened halleway.
She has worked late again.
Its just the two of us now.
My chevroned tail twitches slightly as I step to the door.
I sense the dripping aroma of my own expectant willingness.
My long tongue dances across the gleam of white fangs.
I gaze at her--her head on the desk in slumber's soft repose.
Colors. So many colors of jet and ivory.
Cool, blue black. Warm, dusty white.
Ebony and Silver.
Bright and fragrent.
In a moment, I am at her side.
My paw oh so lightly caresses velvet.
There is a tingling in the touch of her warm coat.
Her neck pulses.
A musk rises.
Her cool nose twitches
Whiskers shimmer and shiver.
Fur lies smooth for a moment before rising in rippling waves.
Fingers extend in rhythmic massage.
Then she sighs in her sleep, and slowly, I turn away.
I would if I could...
But I do not love her like that.
I stop at the door to look back at my friend.
She is what I might have been, were it not for... my life.
But I am who I am.
I blink away an unexpected tear, and turn out the light.
Sleep well, Sabrina.
Zig Zag character ©2002 Max Black Rabbit
Sabrina character ©2002 Eric Schwartz
© 2001 by Philip J.