Last night, I ended up retiring to bed far later than I should have, but I kind of avoid going to bed when I have a lot on my mind. After filling my evening with various activities around the house (i.e. emptying the dishwasher, doing laundry, rearranging some stuff), I finally dragged myself to bed around 2AM. I nestled myself under a mountain of sheets, quilts, blankets (yeah...I get REALLY cold, and I think my body's thermostat is either malfunctioning or missing...) and turned out the lights.
Lulled gently to sleep by the ambient trill of crickets on my iPod, I was set adrift amidst a sea of dreams.
That is, until I was awakened.... No, it wasn't something outside, nor a restless spirit who wandered in from out in the cemetery beyond my yard. It was something much closer, and much more bizarre. A coughing fish. That's right, my fish has developed a cough! Can you believe that a fish can cough?! I turned on the night-light beside the dresser, and peered into the little fish bowl where my nameless Siamese Betta lives, and there he was: coughing his little head off. I spoke gently to him, trying to calm him down. Finally, he appeared to regain his composure as he proceeded to beg me for a freeze-dried worm. Crazy fish! Tonight, my nameless Betta shall find himself sleeping somewhere other than my dresser....
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