Napowrimo day 1: Voice

I see: A woman with bleached hair looking angrily at a man in a denim jacket. In one hand she holds a glass bottle of kimbucha. On her other side is a bag slung over her shoulder. A fluffy lap dog pops his head out of the front of the bag, cuddled up next to a stuffed toy cow's head.

The dog sees: The man and woman who take care of him are fighting again. He's sad. He wishes they were happy. Captain Moos keeps him company in his sad. He wonders if they break up which of them will take him.

The woman sees: A shadow of the man she fell in love with years ago wrapped up in his own shame and self pity. Years of repressed resentment. Someone she tries often to remember why she loved. Someone she wonders why she tries so hard to remember. The dog that is a reminder of her shackles to him. The kimbucha she deserves as solace for her shitty day.

The man sees: The love of his life. The woman he knows he needs to be with but life keeps getting in the way. Something that was so good, will be so good again as soon as they get past this rough spot with his job and his car and his brother. The dog who is a reminder of their love for each other, the life they're going to build together. The kimbucha he bought for her as solace for a shitty day.

Captain Moos sees nothing. He is a stuffed animal and exists to build everyone else's story. He has no story of his own.