Anne
Laying in bed, I tossed and turned. I knew my father wouldn't allow Snoopy to sleep with me in my room, and I thought I would be alright with it. Since Snoopy moved in with me, he had taken to working a couple of nights out of the week as security for a nightclub the MC owned. So falling asleep without Snoopy in bed with me was something I had grown used to. I'm not saying it was easy, but I still had trouble doing so. But knowing by the time I woke up, he would be in bed with me helped. The problem tonight was I knew he wouldn't be with me in the morning. Although you would think knowing he was in the house would help, it didn't. The other problem was that the little bit I had been able to eat at dinner wasn't sitting well with my stomach, and I was starting to think I had been wron
