27 - I'm A Slut?

~Dakota’s Point of View~

BEEP BEEP

I make a face at the offending noise and snuggle up to the warmth surrounding me. Hmm, so soft, so nice and snuggly.

BEEP BEEP

“Shut up already,” I groan, as I turn and move my hand. Only instead of finding a nice soft pillow, I find a fistful of hair.

In my hazy state, I pop one eye open and see nothing but light brown hair, so much of it. Did I fall asleep on a massive wig? A dog??

I smack my lips together and desperately wish I had water. This is all too much.

THUD

The sounds of several people talking and what I think is a car door slamming have me waking up more. When I turn, a wet tongue is on my cheek and licking. I groan and put my hands up defensively.

“Ohh what the hell,” I shout, shoving it away.

There’s a laugh from somewhere but I ignore it, focused only on the large mass in front of me that doesn’t want to move. When I blink rapidly, I’m met with a huge snout. I try again in vein to push it away.

“Whose dog is this and why--”