Like a Kid

Footsteps on the stairs, creeping up to my room: The off-limits place.
Sneaky. Secretive.

The culprit is not yet seen, but I know.
I know who it is.

“Go downstairs, Chester,” I call out.

Sad, dejected footsteps back down the stairs.

The dog.

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