Charlie managed to wake me again, rattling the chimes of his stuffed toy.
As some sort of celestial musical instrument, manufacture for the sole purpose-
of announcing my unwilling return to the physical world.
....Bad doggy Charlie! (I was dreaming a good dream)
I faintly mumbled under my breath, while giving him the look of death!
My words didn't seem to bother Charlie. Now shaking his tail and rattling the stuffed toy ever so fearlessly. I could swear he was smiling at my expense, as he looked my way with devious eyes. Showing every teeth, tongue hanging down halfway out of his mouth.
While observing Charlie I imagine sounds of laughter coming from afar, as if coming from Mythical Gods dressed in white robes Gathering at Mount-Olympus-Garden, enjoying early morning coffee while been amused by their faithful jester.
" I couldn't help but to find the humor in the moment.
Right away making me laugh out loud"
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