Rocky Adventure – Awake

bed-731162_640I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, rolled over a few times, and huffed trying to get all the awake out of me. Nothing was working though. I was wide awake. Every bit of sleep had hid itself from me, probably curled up in a nice cozy corner somewhere. But I was stuck here. Awake.

The old man snored aloud, grinding and grumbling as he snoozed deep in slumber land. The wind howled outside, pushing tree branches against the window pane. Every now and then, the house creaked and groaned, probably wrestling against the wind. Everything seemed loud to me. I don’t even know how the old man managed to get to sleep. I sure couldn’t sleep through all this racket.

I rolled over again, looking for a cool spot on the comforter. I was running out of those. Everywhere seemed to be getting hotter. Usually I would be snuggled up in a nice roll of covers, but not tonight. I was wrapped up in ready to go mode. Maybe it’s because I didn’t go for a walk today like I should have.

The old man rolled over in his sleep and continued snoring. It was boring. Ha! I made a funny. But no time for that right now, I had to find a way to get to sleep. Is there a way? I suddenly wondered if there was some sort of weird thing you had to do to make yourself sleepy. I know! I always yawn before I sleep.

So I tried yawning. And stretching. I pawed at the bed like I was getting ready for a nap and then I plopped right down and closed my eyes. Nothing. I was still awake. And the wind outside was making fun of me. I could hear it in the way it rustled the leaves of the tree outside the window.

It wasn’t working. So I rolled off the bed and fell to the floor. There I laid in a heap of fur and tail, waiting to see if sleep could find me. I waited and waited. Nope. Nothing down here either.

Slowly I put my paws back under me and looked around the room. The moon shone in through the window, casting shadows around the room as the trees danced in the light. I followed them for a while, just seeing if they would do anything cool. Not really though. Boring. But it wasn’t boring enough to put me to sleep.

I walked around the house, exploring and sniffing, just to see what I could smell in the dark. The only thing that caught my attention was the buzzing noise from the refrigerator. Even it was a sleep and snoring away. I wonder what kind of dreams food has? Does food like to be eaten? Wow, I really need to get to sleep. My mind is wandering too far. Might lose it. Maybe that’s why Buck is the way he is.

I clambered back into the bed and crept up on the old man. He was snoring away, twitching his nose and making his whiskers tickle my nose. I sneezed. Not a little sneeze. A big one. And it was right in the old man’s face.

The old man was up and alert, looking around the room and then down at me. He was definitely awake. After a few moments, he relaxed and laid back down, placing his hand on my head and scratching my ears.

That’s when I felt my eyes droop and finally a yawn crept out of my belly. I huffed out one last time and drifted off into a comfy sleep. And by the way, my snores kept the old man awake for a while after that. I wonder if he wondered the same things I did…Maybe I should ask him sometime.


Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.