A Sweet Daydream

I am aware that I have not been drinking enough water and since I like to run, I suppose I am at risk for dehydration if I do not start hydrating myself on a regular basis.

Relaxing on my sofa, a glass of water by my side, I began to daydream about dehydration. I daydreamed myself into the hospital, resting in a hospital bed.

I open my eyes and see Chris sitting by the bed. He says, “You might die. We haven’t decided, yet.” I say to him, “I wanna die.” and he smiles, shrugs his shoulders and replies, “Aw, thanks, Shneed.” I smile at him and close my eyes.

(White Out)