BEDROOM – MORNING (Byron is sprawled horizontally across the bed asleep in his pajamas.  M [Byron’s wife? Significant other? Alpha? Food Lady?] is fussing about, getting dressed and trying to find keys) M: It’s time to get up. (Byron leaps from the bed and bolts from the room at a full sprint) KITCHEN – MORNING … Continue reading There Are Times I Wish I Had My Dog’s Life (pt. 1 of 2)