My blogger assignment is below:



He woke up and looked around; it WAS his room, but somehow it looked different today. Thomas rose from his bed, looked around the perimeter of his room, from floor to ceiling, to try and discern exactly what about it seemed so different from the way it was when he had fallen asleep the night before. It wasn't the wall decorations. It wasn't the music coming from his cd player. It wasn't even the mint on his pillow; his mother always left that there.


Then, he spotted her. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, he thought to himself. Her name was Lola, said his mother, who is the one who introduced them. Apparently, Thomas' mother thought that Thomas would function as a normal twenty year-old if he had some companionship. Thus, she'd picked Lola out of a bunch of others similar to her because she thought Lola's lethargic nature would suit Thomas well.


According to Thomas' mother, Lola used to be a showgirl (which wasn't difficult to believe, what with her long black hair, healthy figure, and striking deep brown eyes), but she was forced into retirement because she was so sluggish - not old, just not active enough.


Maybe Thomas' mother was right. He liked to think he was a loner who didn't need anyone else to feel complete, but maybe all he needed was a little companionship to get him back on his feet. He couldn't use his last dog's death as a reason to stay in bed forever, so maybe it was time to take his new cockerspaniel, Lola, for a walk.


Then again, maybe he would wait until she woke up...