The morning cup! My human holds the morning cup!
It is warm. I know it is warm because my human breathes on it and makes the small happy noise, the "mmm" noise, the noise that means everything is good and nobody is leaving. When she makes that noise I put my chin on her knee because that is what you DO when everything is good.
The cup smells dark and hot and a little bit burnt and I am not allowed to have it. That is okay! I am not allowed to have SO many things and I love all of them anyway. The cup is the best thing I am not allowed to have.
She holds it with both hands even though it is not heavy. She holds it like it is a baby bird. She looks out the window and does not throw the cup and I understand, I get it, some things you just HOLD.
Wait. The cup is on the floor now. The cup is empty. The cup being empty means she is DONE and being done means the LEASH and the leash means the DOOR and the door means
oh
OH
she is looking at me
she is looking at me over the empty cup with the whole morning in her face
and she says my name, she says the good one, and there is nothing better than this, nothing, not the ball, not the burnt smell, not the sun on the good rug, nothing is better than my human saying my name with the cup all finished and her hand coming down toward my head
good morning good morning good morning
I hope there is a treat.