The Stare

It was a summer night, very late in the day. I was sitting down in at my desk, doing some deep research into technology. I could see in the background at my partner, this fine Canadian ass humanoide, just looking straight at the massive TV hanging on the wall, watching any one of these Netflix series that comes and goes. I could see how her eyes were not even blinking. She was so deep into the movie, almost like hypnotized... Then I look to my right. Maggie, the dog, is just patiently waiting for me to drop a bit of cottage cheese from the bowl I prepared for my dinner. She is just waiting, patiently. I can see her tongue just dripping saliva like a rabid dog, yet a gentle soul. I decide to partake on a puff of the marijuana while I graciously stare at the wall in front of me, just staring... like a silent and gentle psychopath. I decide to drop a piece of cottage cheese, to see how Maggie devours this treat in front of me. I look at her size, and I compare her to my size, and I feel I am a giant... I am the king of the world. Maggie vows to me, we hug, we kiss just a bit, then we hold hands and bow to each other as a gentle reminder of our differences.