Vacant Expressions

That was all I had to offer. Offer to Phaedrus, the small black dog, who sat right infront of me. I was coming out of the dining room. He has been lingering around my hostel for quite sometime. I call him Phaedrus. Simply because, like the ghost of Phaedrus, he keeps watching me. Quitely.

I keep wondering what he wants from me.

Food, I don't think he needs any. He is well fed.
Love, I haven't got any left to offer, so he is outta luck.
Company, I wouldn't want any, so he better leave me alone.

I keep wondering if he was trying to tell me something. Something I needed to know. Well! I don't think he is doing a good job of it. I hope he is not waiting for me to give him a message. I am not carrying any. He drives me insane making me think of all the possible things. He drives me to the point where I can think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just stand there, looking at him with nothing but vacant expressions to offer him.

I think he is laughing at me. Crazy dog.