Dillard Emulation

I wake to the sound of the television whispering underneath the hum of the air conditioner. Before my eyes open I can feel the weight of something small curled up at my waist, secured comfortably like a trey of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Lightly I can feel the small, warm ball slowly fill with air and release in perfect rhythm with my heart beat. It is my dog. Our breaths are one machine, one exhale signaling the inhale from the other. As my eyes open I'm already greeted by a flash of sunlight that made it through the shudders of my eye lashes, piercing my pupils like diamond earrings through the soft flesh of an infant. I am not fully ready to wake but my eyes have already seen freedom. There is indeed light at the end of the tunnel. My dreams have become harder to get back to and with each passing second the life that took me (hours? Years?) to create is destroyed and gone forever.