Conversations with the Unconscious

The following are conversations I had with my sleeping sister while she was staying with me.

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Eden: “The blue fish!”

Cheer: “What?”

Eden: “The blue fish with the crazy eyes!”

Cheer: “Blue fish?”

Eden: “Blue fish, not blowfish!”

Eden springs to a sitting position.

Cheer: “What about a blue fish?”

Eden: “The blue fish with the crazy eyes!”

Cheer: “Crazy eyes?”

Eden: “The blue fish with the crazy eyes from last night!”

Cheer: “It’s OK. You’re sleeping. There’s no blue fish.”

Eden: “The crazy eyes!”

Cheer: “No…”

Eden: “Oh. Huh? Oh.”

Eden lies down.

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Eden: “Did I miss it?”

Cheer: “Yes.”

Eden: “Did I miss all the fun stuff?”

Cheer: “Yes. The parade, the parties…and we had coconuts.”

At this point Eden makes a grimace face as true and as hurt if someone had blown out her 6th birthday cake candles before she had a chance to inhale for ammo.

Eden: “Hmph. Shut up.”

Eden passes out and remembers nothing in the morning.

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Eden sits up in bed with her hands to her mouth like a chipmunk. Her breathing is broken as if she is whimpering or frightened, but she is making no noise.

Cheer: “You OK?”

Eden: “Yeah.”

Cheer: “You sure?”

Eden: “Yeah. I was just laughing.”

3 thoughts on “Conversations with the Unconscious”

  1. I lol’d. It took me two nights and a few replies from me that were left hanging with no response from her to figure that she these words coming from her mouth were not directed at real life.

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