Sunday morning, sitting on the windowsill. All that's seen is a landscape of white, with trees sticking out. Far in the distance, there is a white hare, sitting in a cold white blanket, staring into the nothingness.
A voice, coming slowly up the stairs, screams, "Dog needs to go out!!" Here we go again, stomping down the stairs, making the antique light that's hanging half on the wall flicker. Walking to the front door, I grab the leather leash.
With a sharp tone, I whistle while a fluff ball comes running towards me from the back yard. With white socks, he shakes of his jacket.
Trying to attach his leash around his neck, the fluff of his hair blocked me from clipping it. I get my winter jacket as well as my disc-man. Quickly running up the stairs to get a CD, Benji's happiness-induced tail-wagging almost knocks over a vase as I come back running down the stairs.
"I'll be back!" I scream into the room, hoping that someone would hear me. As I reach my hand to the broken door handle, hol