Resurrection We are the only ones who would be surprised. Days, months, years— no matter— your dog would run to the door, barking, tail wagging— your cat would trot forward, winding between your ankles. Like every time you came home from the store, juggling bags of groceries, or came back from work at that same familiar time. One day, you leave and don’t come back— but what is forever? Why shouldn’t I go on as always, stealing glances at the door?
