I was lying in bet this morning when a squirrel jumped up on me. I held out my finger for him to sniff like one would do with a dog or cat. He bit me gently with his teeth and held my finger in a gesture of wildness. It did not hurt or break the skin. I let him hold my finger as a gesture of gentleness. He let go and I stroked his back.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen with him scrambling along with me. The kitchen became my grandmother’s kitchen somehow. I was looking for something to feed him. All I could find was a glass cookie jar with what looked like Trix inside but they were about half the size of the well-known cereal. I took the glass lid off the jar and the Trix flew out over my shoulder and landed on the floor near the table.
I started to clean up the mess and the squirrel had stuffed his cheeks with as much as he could. I woke up.
I’ve always wanted a squirrel for a friend. I always talk to the squirrels outside in my yard and offer them stuff but they always run away. Unfortunate for both of us. We could offer each other so much happiness.