The room is dark and it is SO LOUD and I love it here, I love it SO MUCH.
There is a smell. Sweat and smoke and spilled sweet drinks on the floor, a whole FLOOR of smells, and nobody will let me lick it, but I can smell it and that is almost the best thing.
Everyone is jumping. All of them! Together! Up and down, up and down, all night, and I know this move, this is MY move, this is what I do when the leash comes off the hook by the door. They GET it. These are my people. Boom boom boom boom goes the big heartbeat in the wall and my chest does the same boom and we are all one big happy heartbeat.
Wait. Wait. Where is my human. WHERE.
There. THERE. Eyes closed, arms up, sweaty, so happy, the happiest I have ever seen my human, happier than the park, happier than the car window. My human is HOME here, my human belongs to this boom, and I did not even have to do anything, I just get to WATCH them be this happy.
A ball. No. A balloon. Someone let go of a balloon and it is going UP and I would like it very much but I will stay. I will stay right here at these good stomping legs, in this good loud dark, guarding the sweaty ankles of the best human in the whole entire world.
They will get tired soon. They always get tired. And then we walk home in the gray morning and they will smell like this forever and I will love that smell and there is a treat in their coat pocket. I can smell it. It is for me.