I stare ahead of me. My vision feels blurry but familiar. There is a form there, one small and smooth, unidentifiable. The body turns around but I can tell the head turns to look back at me. They’re waiting for me- I follow.
My nubs patter as fast as they can on the ground to chase them- my body feels a tingling of joy as we frolic. The more fun I begin to have the more my vision seems to clear up. I am able to see the Pa...