Carp(e) Diem

The other night I dreamed that I stored Rico in a bag full of water with my fish to transport him to another house. When I arrived at that place, Rico was a black cat and he was… not so much alive anymore.

Why is logic always so flawed in dreams?

Last night I think I must’ve dreamed he was a giant, because when I walked past the living room today, I noticed him lounging on the couch and thought, “Hey, you look different than the last time I saw you…”

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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