Last night I dreamed that I adopted a baby dolphin which was miniature in size.
It lived in my bathtub and liked to spend the day laying under the spout having cool water slowly make its way everywhere.
My mother suggested I feed it plastic forks which it seemed to like very much.
I went into the kitchen for too long to make cannoli and was worried that I hadn't heard a splash in a while.
When I got back to the bathroom the dolphin was sleeping underwater and I was scared for a second but it opened its eyes and winked at me.
Every time I pet the dolphin or rubbed its back it let out a loud squawk and I would smile and want to hear it again.
The bathtub wouldn't be enough room for my dolphin but it would have to do for now because I can't afford anything else.
I have to figure out what else it eats and if it wants the pastry.
The wind is shaking my window and I wake up remembering the poem, My Mother is a Fish.