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A Coyote's Daydreams

Chapter 1

It was very early in the morning; the day's sun was only a few moments old. I lay stiff in my bed as the fan next to my bed whirred quietly. It helps me sleep, and my tele was almost silenced by it. Outside, it was the dead of winter, and my room was unusually cold this morning. My winter coat wasn't quite in full swing yet, and I'd have to shelter myself from the stale, freezing air under my thick blankets. Several moments pass and I began to awake, slowly squirming and rolling in my bed as I tried to find the warmest spot on my slightly uncomfortable mattress. Now becoming more aware, I buried my face in my pillow, grunting and swishing my tail beneath the sheets. Murring as I toss one last time, my nose comes into contact with the ice-cold wall after laying my head back down. The searing chill shot up my snout and down my spine, jolting me awake almost instantly.

After rubbing my snout into the pillow a considerable amount, I was somewhat awake. I stayed still in my bed for several minutes, staring blankly at the wall while the remaining fuzz of sleep lingered in my head. I could easily feel how cold the air was outside of my cocoon of wool and cotton. It took a while for me to muster up enough will to extend my hind paw from under the blanket and over the bed, slowly rolling out of my warm bundle and into the chilled air. As I crawled out from my cozy sleep-spot, I seemingly involuntarily pulled the covers out with me, wrapping myself in them sluggishly. Stepping over the mat of dirty clothes lazily scattered across my floor from the previous few days, I growled as a chill ran up from my pads to my back, tightening my wrap of blankets as I entered the hallway.

As I meandered my way through the dimly lit hall, passing an unexpectedly empty bedroom with an open door and bed with sheets thrown haphazardly across it, I noticed that the den's tele was on, although muted. Slowly entering the small yet somehow spacious den, I see my roommate sleeping on the couch across from the tele. Rex, a shark, had lived with me for what seemed like several years. He laid slumped over the armrest, his tail spanning nearly half way across the cushions, shivering almost violently as he'd let out a shaky whine with each exhale. As I approached him, I let out a worried whine and pulled the neatly folded blanket off the top of the couch, holding at by its edges to let the folds fall out. The wool blanket was mostly just for looks and was very stiff and scratchy, but I was sure Rex would rather not freeze in his sleep. I sat down next to the trembling shark and tossed the scruffy blanket over him gently, tucking it into his sides.

After seeing Rex's shivering begin to subside, I gave a content smile as I looked down at the now more comfortable shark, pulling my own blanket wrap closer against my coat once more. I turned my attention to the silent television and sat down on the end of the couch cushions as I stared at the screen, getting lost in thought as the grogginess from my deep sleep still persisted in my head. It took me a moment to break from my lethargic trance, but the sudden scent of coffee snapped me out of it instantly. Looking in the kitchen I see that Rex had already readied a pitcher of black coffee at some point in time; it was still steaming slightly in fact. Almost without thinking, I sat up and made my way past the tele and to the coffee machine on the kitchen counter. My ears perked up sharply as the strong, relaxing aroma of the freshly brewed coffee hits my nose, breathing it in slowly and enjoying its smell. I reached above my head and opened the cabinet, reaching in and pulling out a medium-sized, plain grey coffee mug. After filling my mug with warm coffee and taking a much-enjoyed sip from it, I was quite awake. I laid my mug down briefly to drop the blankets I had coiled around myself still, exchanging it for my thick, navy blue zip-up fleece jacket. Returning the mug to my paw, I glanced at Rex, now comfortably snuggled up in the stuff blanket, before quietly opening the front door and crossing into the threshold of the cold, stinging outside air.