Reading Glass

I dream that my five hundred dollar reading glasses have fallen on to the pavement and now have a rather large scratch on the left lens.

Willi is restless at 6am. It seems like he needs to go outside. I sit up and reach for my watch in the dark and knock over a drinking glass on my night stand and it shatters on the floor. I turn the light on and head for the kitchen to retrieve a broom to sweep up the shards of broken glass.

Willi is whining now, like he’s in some sort of discomfort.

“Do you need to go outside Willi?” Willi barks “Yes, yes!”

I put the shards of glass into two doubled up plastic bags and then put the whole thing out into the garbage.

I go downstairs to get dressed, Willi follows me down. He is whining in discomfort in a way that I have rarely heard from him. “I’m going as fast as I can!” I tell him. I put on my jeans; I put on a jersey, and head back upstairs to put my coat and boots on. Willi follows me up, whining. I tie up my boots and Willi throws up on the floor in front of me. His stomach is off. He refused to eat anything yesterday so he only throws up some yellow bile. I grab a paper towel from the kitchen and wipe up the bile. It is 6:05 am when we head out the door. Willi is the first one out the door. Any bets as to how this day turns out?

And so a new day begins...