Today is my day off.
The city outside is gray and sleepy, winter still hanging on with its soft claws. It rained a little this morning—just a light drizzle that blurred the windows and made the air feel cleaner somehow, calmer.
I woke up to Mellow licking my face and doing that excited tail-thump on the floor, pacing from the door to my bedside like she already knew something was up. Noah was already awake, sipping tea by the window with a book open on his lap, one of those quiet, private moments of his that I feel lucky to witness sometimes.
It didn't take long for me to say, "Let's take her to the dog cafe again."
She hasn't been there in a while. And judging from the way she spins in circles when she heard the word cafe, I think she remembers. Maybe dogs don't forget good memories either.
