Taste of Youth

The shaggy dog settled in the shadows watching me as I opened the door my eyes barely able to distinguish the dark fur. My keys tumbled from my fingers and hit the hardwood floors with a clatter. He was dingy-er than I remembered and my memories were vague at best. I rocked back on my heels fumbling for the light. The dog growled once before my hand had the chance to hit the switch. No light then

But I wanted to see him more desperately than anything I could remember and that man beneath that fur could make you terribly enticingly desperate. My legs were jelly, my breathing coming fast, my heart beat kept skyrocketing and settling like it couldn't decide on what to feel.