At seven o’clock in the morning I woke up from the wild barking of my dog, who tried in every way to wake me up, and I saw something terrible
I woke up at exactly 7:03 a.m. Well—I was woken. It started with the weight on my chest. Not the metaphorical kind, not anxiety or some haunting dream. I mean literal weight. Fur. Paws. Hot breath. My dog, Max, a usually gentle and sleepy Labrador mix, was standing over me on the bed, his eyes … Read more