Running with the horses

Chapter 1

(Taylor typing up a story on her laptop in bed after a night of no sleep)

When you’re a cowboy the color of the wind and the sound it makes is the only thing that makes any sense to us sounds like I’ve gone crazy but Mark isn’t crazy he’s amazing he’s….

Beep Beep, shit! I’m late I grab a t-shirt and run down the stairs. Shit! Pants! I run back up and search around for a pair of pants in the mess I call my room. Arghh! Here we go once more. I run down the stairs screaming at my dog Kelly (late.) I run out to my car not even having breakfast and the car is started before you know it and Kelly runs out the house with a peace of soggy toasted hanging from her mouth (at least a month old) I grab it out of hers and take a big bit (on second thought maybe 2 months)

“Thanks back in the house Kelly!”

I pull out the drive way, and then drive around the block back to my house and here we are. I chant as I drive back up my drive way work at last. Hope the boss doesn’t see me late. I walk around to my door and open it slowly but there she is she’s seen me. “Sorry I’m late Kelly”

“Bark bark” I’ll take that as don’t do it again. (I laugh at myself)