Spin

One dark night I caught myself watching a white butterfly. It cast a thin, tall shadow on my bedroom wall and flew into my window. The butterfly flew around the entire room, as if it enjoyed looking at every detail.

I used to live in a very old two story house. Its decayed walls were covered by a vanilla wallpaper, decorated with very delicate scarlet flowers. Some parts of it were falling off, camouflaging the butterfly as it flew by. However my visitor left soon. I walked towards the window and watched this very little butterfly getting tinier and tinier with the distance. It reminded me of a snowflake as it flew down and landed on the soft surface of a dog's head.

This dog was sitting in front of the main door and it just stayed there, looking directly at me, as if waiting for me to go and say hello. I felt I had to meet this intriguing being.

It was a zombie dog, one of those lovely creatures with piercing eyes and, well, falling apart features. It had gold-dusty long hair and beautiful light brown eyes. Yet, even though its waggling tail showed contentment, this zombie dog was very scared. My attempts to pat the dog made it retreat several times. This dog certainly had been treated badly and was now cleverly being precautious. And I say cleverly for I am human and know my kind - I myself do not really trust people.

After a while my adorable zombie dog learned he could trust me and I named him Spin, for every time he saw me he would jump spinning around with joy.