Hope

A spotlight suddenly shone, accross the dew covered yard, on the dying lemon tree that stood before him as he sat, peters dog walked over and laid next to him, his dog smelled like aged cheese that's been forgotten in the sun for too long. Peter didn't mind the smell, he hated more the smell from the cigarette he was holding in his left hand. It was 60 degrees outside and he was sitting in his chair with nothing but a pair of shorts. His pet would look up at him and adore him, to his dog, Peter was everything and Peter wished he could say the same... He felt so ashamed that he couldn't love the same way his dog could, he was ashamed that instead of smelling like old rotten cheese, he had to smell like toxic smoke, and most of all... He was ashamed that all his fears had reappeared, as quick as the spotlight did.