The Dog

There was darkness. A noise, followed by a light, and another noise that came with more light.
And there was light again.
This time it was snaller and more focused` she couldn't leave the door open. Someone might see her.
not to metion that the light from outside wouldn't be sufficiant, probably. But she was used to low-light conditions, so it didn't matter. Just a waste of thought.
This small light lit up the room. You could see everything, from the messy floor to the messy desk she was standing next to. But there was one cornor that was still sarrounded by shadows.
It- actually, they, she thaught- were kind of her pet; an experement gone wrong just right. She talked to them, not sure if they understood; but even if they did, she never got an answer from them. But then again, a dog doesn't respond to his master. It just does as it's told.
She bagan orginizing her stuff on the only empty space. If a dog does it, why should her pet do otherwise?
All of what she had thought till now was about to change. And she was going to be punished severly for those thoughts. For thinking she could ever own them.
Because the truth was, it was the very opposite.
And she was the dog.
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I just want to leave room for sighing.