My fish. We believe he was feeling lonely and probably having nightmares, so we put a mirror next to the bowl.
This is not a joke.
It was my dad’s idea. The mirror. I think my fish believes he has a new friend and they hang out most of the day. It’s amazing how it’s the only spot he chooses to sleep. The fish, not my dad. You have to see it to believe it.
Every Night.
You can underestimate it, but it’s good company that keeps you from going nuts. Even if you were a fish. I wrote about this before I took the picture, and then I walked to the bowl Knowing, just knowing, that it’s where he’ll be.
Coincidence?
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