A 41 sec. Short Story/Swatch of the Day

I was woken up by the sound of Doug eating something. I looked at him. His bone was next to him. I reached into his mouth and pulled out my Swatch. My favorite Swatch. I looked at his face. He looked hurt. I looked at Doug's face. He looked innocent. He wasn't.
I yelled at him in a way that made him slant his face in confusion. I calmed down. I yelled at him again in a way he was familiar with. I did this 4 more times. He knew.
I turned my back towards him and went to sleep. I gave him the cold shoulder until I woke up later. I tapped my hand on the bed three times. He came over and laid down next to me. Doug, not the Swatch. We cuddled for the rest of the morning.