Writer on the Run XVI

Cleo was bouncing off the walls when I walked into the apartment. Clarence texted to ask when I was arriving, he had been gone for a few days and the dog walker was getting concerned as she had still not eaten. Cleo took one look at me and devoured her dish of food. I opened the gate to the living room and walked across and into the bedroom...my bedroom. I unpacked my clothes and flopped onto the bed, I felt exhausted and weak from the trip in. I could hear Cleo lapping up her water and finishing her lunch, I have about thirty minutes until she will need to go out. I texted Clarence that she had eaten and would be walked soon. I have to be careful not to walk too much before I run, even on the best of days I have struggled to find my running legs. 

I pulled myself further into the middle of the bed and kicked my shoes onto the floor...Cleo will wake me when she needs to go out and until then...I'm drifting off...