A canyon

There is a painting of a canyon and a waterfall hanging in my room. In my dreams, when I am sad, you take me there. We sit, overlooking the water, curled up close together. Nothing bad can reach us there. The land is peaceful, just the sound of the waterfall, and we are safe. I am so relaxed and comfortable with you that I can fall asleep in your fur. You surround me, a patient guardian, and you’ll protect me from any danger. You have calm brown eyes, and you are as gentle as the rolling mists. I don’t need you to tell me you love me. I already know. You’ll be by my heels forever.

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