Milo

For my girlfriend’s early birthday present, I got her what she has always asked for since she was a child.  A bunny.  They are extraordinarily cheap for a pet and rather lazy.  I couldn’t go with her to pick it up because I had work but she got it on her own from a facebook friend that raises them.  It’s a Holland Lop but to a person that doesn’t know bunny breeds, basically it looks like any household bunny.  It’s oval shape with floppy ears that rest on the side of it’s face.  It has brown spots across it’s white coat.  She named it Milo which was a reference to the video game Ilomilo.  It’s a cooperative puzzle game that we played a lot over the summer.  I was Ilo, a red kid in a pajama that covers there whole body except it’s face and she was Milo, the blue equivalent to Ilo.  The point of the game is to find your friend through a dream like area that is floating the sky.  Ilo and Milo always lose each other and need helping to form their friendship again.  The bunny Milo is nothing like the person that inspired his name. 
    Right now, Milo is underneath me sleeping in darkness.  I am on the couch and he loves being in solitude.  He loves it underneath my dresser, in a corner of his playpen that he has under surveillance or where he is now, underneath the couch.  Bunnies love there sleep but they don’t enjoy when others want to go to sleep when they are fully rested.  He knows when Jackie and I need to go to bed and he will do whatever he wants to try and keep me awake.  He will drink water for minutes at a time just to hear the cage shake or kick up his own shit from his cage just to hear his back legs thump on the metal. 
    He is really needy but he has taken a liking to me.  Animals usually do because I hardly enforce discipline in their daily routines.  If he knows I am not busy getting ready for work or doing homework for school, he usually peaks his head out and notices that I have some free time to give him attention.  He will hop on over and nudge my socks so I can start massaging his furry body.  He loves this and if I decide to get up and move anywhere he will not just stand in his place but he will follow me very closely.  Some times I almost step on his miniature frame.  He also loves mazes.  If I form my body in a perplexing nature, arms on the carpet, head on it too, with my ass pointed to the ceiling and my legs as far as I can possibly spread them in this awkward position, he will run around me finding every possible route to take.  Milo is extremely cute.
    But dreams can play a trick on you.  I needed to run to the pet store to get Milo his food for the morning.  He always acts like we never feed him so when I am pouring his food he will run on over and put his head in the dish and start chowing down even though I am still pouring the food in the dish which leads to me pouring it all over his head and the ground.  He doesn’t mind.  Milo, who is usually afraid of new places and has ventured any farther then the couch which is about 1/10th of my apartment but for some reason he wanted to come all the way to the store which is about thirty minutes away.  I can’t say no to such a cute creature so I just told him that he needed to stay by me. 
    I hop on my bike but for some reason the point of view while riding it is like me riding a power wheel when I was six.  When I was six, I had my own bunny who was all black and was named Bambi.  He kept up with me the whole entire time just hopping along the freeways and intersections.  He got in a lot of cars way but no one honked because he is afraid of loud noises.  The cars just parked and let us pass and we were one step closer to the pet store.  Leading into the strip mall was a entrance ramp and I couldn’t help myself to get a little farther ahead then him.  He was trying to keep up on the sidewalk, running and hopping at the same time but for some reason there was an open elevator shaft in the middle of the parking structure.  I looked back and saw him fall in.  I threw my bike down and needed to go save him.  I looked down the shaft and saw him climbing up the elevator that had ladder steps but he wasn’t fast enough.  It was going down at a faster rate then he could climb.  I tried to press the down button on the elevator so I could meet up with him but there wasn’t any buttons.  It was some sort of chute and then like every dream that I actually remember after I wake up, I consciously woke myself up knowing that where I was not actually reality because I could hear Milo drinking water, and lunged forward from my bed to see if he was alright.  He was.