It was about 3 in the morning.
I was sleeping fairly decently. The rain outside wasn't too distracting and tomorrow was my day off from work, so I could sleep as long as I wanted to. Not too shabby.

Then I heard scratches coming from my door.

My dog, Holly. She's a very spoiled girl, whenever she wants to enter or exit a room, she'll constantly scratch the door.

She will scratch and scratch and she won't stop until you let her through the door.

Even late at night, my dog's stubbornness knows no bounds.
She must have been woken up by the rain.
I was too tired to get up and let her in. My laziness and sleepless told me to stay in bed and ignore the scratches, but I couldn't.

Holly wouldn't stop scratching. I continued my attempt to ignore it and try to sleep, but she wouldn't stop.
She never stops. She scratches and scratches until she gets her way.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I wanted to sleep but she was preventing me from my well deserved rest. My door was only a few steps away.
I'll open the door and let her sleep on the end of my bed.

As I stumble across the room, I nearly trip over something rather big. I look at what it was that I tripped over.

It was Holly, sleeping like a baby.

The scratches on my door then got louder.

It's been three days since I started hearing the scratches from my door. I can still hear them.

I have yet to open the door.

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Mr boogyman is that you??