Cookies And Their Thieves (a short narrative)
When: backdated to early this morning, along about 2 am.
Where: John's bedroom... yet again.
Rating: G
Characters: John, the cookie thief
Summary: John wakes up shortly after the aging curse is over, only to find Rose gone and a certain someone munching on his cookies.
When he woke up, she was gone. He knew she would be.
She'd stayed most of the day, helping him, taking care of him, keeping him company. And for John, for once, it almost seemed like she might love him. He'd even managed into talking her into getting in the bed with him, when he finally settled down to sleep for the night. He knew she'd fallen asleep beside him, and she'd most likely had woken up and left just before he awoke. He could faintly recall the feeling of her lips touching his forehead earlier, and perhaps she really had.
He smiled to himself, even as his hand touched the empty spot on the bed where she had been laying. She'd stayed with him, all day, just because he'd asked. It made him love her that much more.
He sighed softly, and was just about to doze off again, when he heard a noise.
A light scratching noise, following by the sound of something touching a glass plate, and the light sound of something or someone eating.
His eyes widened.
The cookies!
Rose had left a small plate on his bedside table, with a few cookies on it.
He knew, without a doubt, that his cookie thief had returned.
He slowly sit up, and moved, turning toward the bedside table. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to scare whoever and whatever it was off.
His eyes happened to glimpse his window.
Oh, of course! he thought. He left the window cracked open every night, so that fresh air could filter into the room. He preferred it over the air conditioner any night. He'd been in the habit of it before he'd even came here, when he lived with the Tylers.
So that explained how the thief was able to enter his room.
Carefully, he pushed back his pillows, and moved to the edge of the bed.
And when he saw the identity of his cookie thief, he was surprised.
A puppy.
It was a puppy.
A tiny, innocent little dog. A Teacup Chihuahua, to be exact.
Even in the light of the moon, he was able to make out that it really was a tiny thing, beige in color, with big ears and little paws.
The tiny puppy glanced up, and when she saw him, she whined, cowering back in fear, obviously afraid she was in trouble with the man.
But she wasn't.
John just smiled, slowly holding out his hand for the dog to smell.
She sniffed his hand, a bit hesitantly. When she noticed it smelled of cookies, she seemed to relax, and gave his fingers a lick.
He smiled a bit bigger. "That's right, little love, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you. You can have all the cookies you'd like." He softly petted her head, and then stood, moving over to the window. He closed it, and then went over and turned the light on.
Looking the little canine over, he became aware that she had no collar or tags, and therefore was probably without a home. She looked a bit dirty, as if she might have been out scavaging for some time.
He sit down again, and reached out to pet her. "It's all right, little girl. I'm going to take care of you now. If I can help it, you'll never be hungry again."
Where: John's bedroom... yet again.
Rating: G
Characters: John, the cookie thief
Summary: John wakes up shortly after the aging curse is over, only to find Rose gone and a certain someone munching on his cookies.
When he woke up, she was gone. He knew she would be.
She'd stayed most of the day, helping him, taking care of him, keeping him company. And for John, for once, it almost seemed like she might love him. He'd even managed into talking her into getting in the bed with him, when he finally settled down to sleep for the night. He knew she'd fallen asleep beside him, and she'd most likely had woken up and left just before he awoke. He could faintly recall the feeling of her lips touching his forehead earlier, and perhaps she really had.
He smiled to himself, even as his hand touched the empty spot on the bed where she had been laying. She'd stayed with him, all day, just because he'd asked. It made him love her that much more.
He sighed softly, and was just about to doze off again, when he heard a noise.
A light scratching noise, following by the sound of something touching a glass plate, and the light sound of something or someone eating.
His eyes widened.
The cookies!
Rose had left a small plate on his bedside table, with a few cookies on it.
He knew, without a doubt, that his cookie thief had returned.
He slowly sit up, and moved, turning toward the bedside table. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to scare whoever and whatever it was off.
His eyes happened to glimpse his window.
Oh, of course! he thought. He left the window cracked open every night, so that fresh air could filter into the room. He preferred it over the air conditioner any night. He'd been in the habit of it before he'd even came here, when he lived with the Tylers.
So that explained how the thief was able to enter his room.
Carefully, he pushed back his pillows, and moved to the edge of the bed.
And when he saw the identity of his cookie thief, he was surprised.
A puppy.
It was a puppy.
A tiny, innocent little dog. A Teacup Chihuahua, to be exact.
Even in the light of the moon, he was able to make out that it really was a tiny thing, beige in color, with big ears and little paws.
The tiny puppy glanced up, and when she saw him, she whined, cowering back in fear, obviously afraid she was in trouble with the man.
But she wasn't.
John just smiled, slowly holding out his hand for the dog to smell.
She sniffed his hand, a bit hesitantly. When she noticed it smelled of cookies, she seemed to relax, and gave his fingers a lick.
He smiled a bit bigger. "That's right, little love, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you. You can have all the cookies you'd like." He softly petted her head, and then stood, moving over to the window. He closed it, and then went over and turned the light on.
Looking the little canine over, he became aware that she had no collar or tags, and therefore was probably without a home. She looked a bit dirty, as if she might have been out scavaging for some time.
He sit down again, and reached out to pet her. "It's all right, little girl. I'm going to take care of you now. If I can help it, you'll never be hungry again."