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| Watchful eyes are watching me |
Imagine, lying in your bed all warm and cozy under a down
filled comforter. Feeling rested your
mind races as the clock in your brain says it's time to wake up but your body
says, why. Then the bed moves, and you
know you went to bed alone. You feel a
cool draft enter the warmth of the comforter, you turn to the edge, looking
into a pair of large brown eyes; Simba, the castle guard is watching.
Realizing I'm a stranger, I talk to the guard in a calming
voice. Soon he removes his long nose
from the comforter as he wags his tail; he now knows I belong here. Welcome to the first morning of a house and
pet sitter on assignment.
