dolphin fantasy day:
Some days I think about her.  She had beautiful smooth skin.  I could sit there and
stroke her for hours, but only a couple, and then she had to go back into the water.
See, she was a dolphin.  That might sound strange, but it was love, and we both knew it.
I could tell she liked the way I touched her.  Don’t get the wrong idea… I never tried
anything funny with her.  She always knew exactly what she was getting herself into.
In fact, it was usually her idea.  She was such a spunky girl.  I hope she still is.
It’d be a shame for the world to lose a girl like that.
Whereever you are, my beautiful girl, have a peaceful night in whatever dark ocean
waters you find yourself.  Rest well.
