My dream this time featured my little dog, Abby.
In the middle of the night when everything fell dark, a thick blanket of fog draped the cul-de-sac. Looking out the window, I could barely see the silhouette of the neighbouring houses. What an eerie sight.
As I make my way to bed I pause when I hear a faint growling. Was that my stomach? No, it was coming from the front room, the one I had just come from.
I peek in to see my dog, Abby sternly staring out the bay windows. Her eyes were fixated on something outside. I had never seen her so cautious before. She was unusually quiet too.
Following Abby’s gaze out the bay windows, I saw something truly mesmerizing. A majestic silver-white wolf was standing at the edge of the garden, staring curiously at my little dog. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The passive wolf looked like something straight out of a fairytale. All I could do was stare in silence. In the blink of an eye the wolf disappeared.
Was it all just a dream?
No, looking at the ghostly expression of the small dog beside me I knew it was all real.