Sometimes I feel like a dog who has chased a squirrel up a tree. I sit at the base, barking, and waiting patiently for it to come down. But of course it will not for it has jumped to another tree and made a mad escape long ago.
I don’t understand why the squirrel doesn’t come down.
While waiting, I grow tired and weary. I fall asleep and begin dreaming…
I dream that I am all alone in a forest full of trees. I am not a dog; I am human.
A noise wakes me and I wake up. The sound, which was coming from below me, was from a dog barking. As it turns out, I am up a tree, sleeping in a tree house of sorts. The dog is my best friend who has been patiently waiting for me to come down and play with him. He has grown tired of waiting and decided to get my attention by barking.
Now that I am awake enough to understand things more clearly, I am climbing down from that tree so that we can be together again and do just that.