He Won't Be [collective paragraphs about a dog and hedgehog]
Short paragraphs about a dog and hedgehogs
He Won't Be
He knows she's there, she doesn't move, she is well hidden. Most would not think she is there, but he does, and he waits for her. Patiently he sits by while she rests softly wrapped in her old blue bandana. She has no idea that he is there, watching over her, waiting to play with her when she wakes. She could care less, for all she wants is to be alone and rest. She moves a little; he stands up and sits down, impatiently waiting for her to notice him and play with him. All he wants is her attention. Finally he hears something in the other room and leaves her be. She awakes, later in the day, to eat and drink; she goes back to sleep soon afterward. He heard her moving and returns to his spot, faithfully waiting for her. He nudges her; she hisses in discontent thinking it only as a nightmare and continues with her long rest. He leaves a gift for her on the side of her resting area, but she will never get it. He sighs; sad she won't wake up for him, and play with him. All he wants is her to acknowledge his existence. He leaves again, sorrowful and distraught. He won't come back anymore. He won't wait for her anymore. He won't be any more, and she will live on, not wanting to be seen, and never knowing that he really existed, and waited for her. She was everything to him, he was nothing to her.
He Won't Be
Part two
There he is once more; he wishes she would notice him. This time, however, she has another, one of her own to rest with and keep warm with. This other, he knows that he is there, and he will keep him away from her at all costs. Our more familiar one whines to get her attention, the third hisses to keep him away from her. He jumps and growls to enforce that he is not welcome at all. Our more familiar comes to me now, staring at me with those soft brown eyes and pleading for the gentle caress of a loving hand. But to keep at a third person view I cannot oblige him. It breaks my own heart to watch as he leaves; one last heartbroken gaze comes from him as he looks back to her, and the other one, then he leaves. He won't come back anymore. He won't wait for her anymore. He won't be anymore, and she will live on with another, I will watch in heartache.
My Long Lost Friend
A letter from him to her
Here, a new place, new surroundings, new sights, new sounds, new smells. Nothing is the same at all, nothing but we three. I say we three because I wish myself in their lives, he and her. My friend, I used to watch her as she slept and when she was out and about I would follow her cautiously. Then he came, he romanced her and I stayed out of the way because she preferred his attentions over mine. He was fun, and still is when he chooses to be. Otherwise he jumps and hisses and growls at me to leave him be. I still stop by, to see them both, but I usually wish to see her again, my first friend. I love her so, truly I do. She was my soul companion, the only one smaller than me in this world full of towering giants. She would dance for me, sing for me, make me smile just by watching her as she moved in her special way with speed and grace only she could master. I miss her, even though everything is new she will forever be my friend, my long lost friend.
What She Would Say
I long to rest. I will wait until all is quiet and the sun is down before I emerge from my warm dark bed. Can you blame me though for wanting to stay wrapped up in this soft blue bandana? It is so warm and cozy in my home. I used to wake up to the strong scent of pine, but now it is all changed, I now wake up to the even stronger smell of cedar. As the day wanes and the horizon darken I come out to feast and drink. I try to be fast, this way I can try once more to escape from my cage and explore the world around. Once out I would go on exploring until I saw the break of daylight. Then I would scramble to find a place to sleep again. This cycle continues each night. I do not like others, only but once or twice a year will I seek companionship. In any other situation or time I do not wish any to come near me, least they feel the pain of my sharp edges. One would prick their finger on my and I would only laugh in my hissing way, I would be warning this unfortunate one, and all others to stay away from me. I do not like company, I long to be a lone explorer.