Leftovers – Comfort #8875

Posted on June 11, 2011

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The Salmon woke in a cold sweat. He had been dreaming that he ate a plate of fish at a sushi bar. He looked around his room and noted that the walls were metal. Oh god, the Salmon said, I’m in a tin can.

The Salmon woke. He had been dreaming that he was a can of fish again, sitting on some shelf in the grocery store.  Wait, the Salmon said. I have feet and fingers and toes. Oh god, said the Salmon.

The boy woke. His head hurt and his stomach was churning. He had been eating sushi again and this time it did not agree with him. He had been dreaming that he was a fish. I should stop eating that leftover sushi, he said.

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