“How did you sleep last night?” Frank’s wife asked him when he walked into the kitchen.
“I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow,” Frank replied. “But I had a really strange dream.”
“Are you going to share it with me?” Diane asked.
“Well, I was alone in the desert and my throat was parched and I felt like I was dying of thirst,” Frank said, “when I spotted a large, purple plume of smoke on the horizon. I used what little strength I had left to climb to the zenith of a hill, hoping to find an oasis or something, but instead I saw you, standing in our kitchen making a salad. You were slicing some radishes and I ran down to where you were standing and said, ‘What are you doing? I hate radishes.’ You looked at me and said, ‘Duly noted’ and continued to slice the radishes and toss them into the salad.”
“Oh, poor Frank,” Diane said, a sarcastic look on her face, “that wasn’t a dream, that must have been a nightmare because I wouldn’t dream of adding radishes to your salad. Even though I love radishes in my salads.”
Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “pillow.” Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (share), Word of the Day Challenge (thirst), Ragtag Daily Prompt (plume), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (zenith), MMA Storytime (salad), and Your Daily Word Prompt (duly).
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