Collin Fat Poodle pt 2 by CollinthePoodle, literature
Literature
Collin Fat Poodle pt 2
The apartment was enwreathed in shadow; only the humble luminescence of nightlights plugged into the hall and living room outlets provided any comfort. The tapping of plastic keys on a keyboard could faintly be heard, along with the soft rhythmic beating of muffled music. Collin sat at his kitchen table, eyes half shut with the glow of his laptop screen revealing his face in the darkness. Taking a heavy lion-like yawn, he sat upright from his hunched position, finishing the last few appendices of his writing project.
“Finally,” the poodle wrapped his paws around the back of his head, puffing out his chest as he stretched