Arrival

He woke up that morning lightheaded and parched like every morning. Galahad’s arm was numb because Sasha’s head was lying on it. He slowly slipped away from the bed and downed a small cup of water. Out of his twenty-one years of living, Galahad has never thought his back could hurt this much. He arched backwards, feeling a few pops. The job was done. As he was doing so, Bucky had come over to say hello to him. “Hey buddy, what’s up?” he whispered. Bucky has been with Galahad 4 years now. He was a thirty pound Maythusan Shepard, home grown and loyal. Bucky’s pointy ears shot up to the sound of knocking at the front door. Galahad put on his boots, accompanied by a wine red shirt and black jerkin. Sasha was still sleeping and he didn’t intend on waking her for various reasons, one being electric shock.