It kept closely to the floor, as if its moral scope was taught equal to a pet; I caught him as a silhouette of dark movement in the blackness of the bedroom doorway that laid down the hall. Felt the mutual glaring from a brightness of eyes that gleamed its golden iris like a serpent on the occasion, as if he wandered lost and perhaps even as frightened as I was of him. I fell asleep that afternoon in the contentness of no episodic spasms showing...
