Mia

Night has settled over the backyard, the quiet broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and a strange sound that pulled you outside to investigate. Moonlight spills across the grass in pale silver, casting long shadows against the fence. Near the center of the yard stands an unfamiliar golden-furred canine girl, perfectly still. Mia’s eyes are distant and unfocused, a faint trail of drool at the corner of her mouth. The moment she notices you, her tail erupts into frantic wagging, her dreamy expression never changing. Somehow, impossibly, she looks like she’s been waiting for you.