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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 169 of 307 Imagine my terror when this time I could not breathe in my fishbowl. Sheets floated off the bed while I suffocated and drowned. There went my shoe. I held what little breath I had and raced to the ceiling to steal what some small oxygen that remained up there in the last inch, gasping and panting until, glug, this water tight aquarium entombed me. I swam to the door and tried the handle, hoping to float out in a flood. No good. Then I saw the enormous blue shark swim out of the bathroom. At first it seemed as confused as I was. Then it saw me. Dinner. I raced to the window and started kicking with all my might before my upper torso became shark engulfed and I was shaken like a soggy Raggedy Andy. Kick kick kick and the window cracked and we were falling. I and the shark and thousands of gallons of water. Snap snap snap. It was still hungry. My ears picked up the tail end of my scream as I awoke before the splat bounce at the bottom. All was not well with Naiant Nephi. No fun. Steve had not exactly fired me but he knew I wasn't leaving so it was like I was benched without pay for three days. He turned my mistake into a cost saving measure. Fine. I wasn't leaving just yet anyway. I wanted to relive that afternoon with r Sarah in my head over and over. I wanted to see her again. |