Running, the endless running, away from, towards, around, meeting deadlines… All it took was one wish; one deeply felt honest thought and everything changed. At 13:02 the clock stopped…
Gregory Pension, a rather large Springer Spaniel, standing on his hind legs, wearing a waistcoat and sporting a monocle bent forward and shook me awake. 13:02 and Gregory Pension had appeared.
‘Well, wake up little missy’, he whispered in my ear.
Shaking my head, soft brown hair touched off the side of my face; my hair had grown?
No, I too was a Spaniel, with an uncontrollably long dribbling tongue; I was soaked…
The room I was sitting in melted away, and I was sitting in a tree, me a Spaniel in a tree, a Spaniel called Missy in a tree. Gregory Pension was barking loudly, as he pulled off his waistcoat and ran towards the sandbox, which turned into a swiming pool just as he approached, legs first, anticipating the warm water.
Dribbling tongue, I, me the Spaniel, tumbled out of the tree, humming with excitement as I propelled myself toward the water, leaping, it turned back into a sandbox…
Landing just by Gregory Pension’s head, dribbling on his head, I began to dig, digging and digging.
The door opened.
Don’t you know what time it is? My colleague was hovering in the doorway.