The woman sat in the stuffed chair The stuffed chair sat in the cold corner of the room A prime spot when the day is young and the sun is pouring from the east But as the day ages, the shadows lengthen, the air cools It still sits there, in that cold corner The dog positioned himself on the floor In that patch of sunlight That gained entry through the open door And with every stretch and shake of his body He moved a few centimetres, with the sun The story began without much ado Setting the pace to slow and predictable The woman read aloud and the dog listened with eyes shut Perhaps to better picture the scene set by the author The story took a turn The dog sat up The tale heated up, the plot thickened The dog gravitated towards the heat Alert and captivated he sat with his eyes glued to the woman’s moving lips That is when tragedy struck and all was lost The book came down slowly The dog found his head resting on her thighs Her hands tired from holding the book up Too rested...