Fight it Out
I am swimming with strong, vigorous strokes, cool water all around me. I'm flying through the clear water, like a human torpedo, which is funny because I'm really only capable of a leisurely breast stroke. The crowd is screaming and clapping while I glide along my lane and then a hand pushes on my upper back. It pushes again, shaking me. "Suzie...Suz...the dog wants something. He's downstairs." "hm? wha? I'm winning." "Suz.Berkley wants something" Shit. Now, I'm awake. "Well, he's not breastfed! Why am I awake for this?" I calmly asked. "I got up with him 2 hours ago." "Really? Maybe he's got the trots, maybe he's really sick!" "Nah, I just took him by the collar and brought him back to bed" I roll out of bed, step on a f**king lego piece, and head for the stairs. I find Berk in the laundry room, growling and groaning at his bone-dry water dish. I fill it for him and