thought of telling the woman who loved and lived with him about the strange spectacle that he had just seen, but when he went into the bedroom, she was already asleep. Yes, she would have laughed if I told her, she would have told me that I was out of my mind! He concluded it was just his imagination and shook his head with amusement. Feeling relieved, he let out a yawn. He was totally amazed at how creative his imagination could be after such a long and busy day.
But the neighbor was so very tired that he found himself being over-tired. He tossed and turned, and couldn’t fall asleep. He listened to the snore from the woman who loved and lived with him, and he got so angry about his sleepless plight that he threw his pillow to the floor.
His thoughts sped faster and faster. He thought about sex, his parents, his old grade school teachers, about the different menus his restaurant had used, he even remembered a girl from his third grade class and felt certain that her name was Lydia. When he began to think about baseball cards that he had collected as a boy, he became astonished at how his thoughts went off on such wild tangents.
Somehow his thinking led to the dog next door, and he became angry at himself for thinking about that dog. He wondered why he saw the dog dancing in front of him. Oh, how he hated that dog. It was an ugly dog, with wild black hair over a wide body supported by legs that looked too thin and short for its size. He not only thought that the dog was ugly, but stupid as well. That dog always barks at me. It barks when I park my car in the garage and it barks at me when I take the garbage out!