My 1:30 Awakening.

Out of the Ordinary.

I unlock the door and walk in. The dogs rush to greet us. I look around and question the missing. Where could she be? The car still sits on the warm pavement in the humid heat. I search the hallways, each room, and each corner. I walk into the kitchen and I exhale slowly as my heartbeat slows down when I glance over to the note sitting on the counter. I’ve relaxed to soon. Instructions for letting the black and white animals outside? No explanation of her whereabouts appears on the yellow lined paper. I look up dazed and confused. Questioning every possible location. The telephone rings. I stare out the window in a state of shock. I hold back the tears and repetitively saying, “Okay, is she going to be alright?” I cannot comprehend what is going on as her location is established. I’m pinched onto the couch for support, not knowing what to think as my mind is taken over by uneasy images. All I can do is sit and wait for the next phone call as I tremble in panic. My emotions scatter, if only I could speak to her to ease these aching feeling within.