Polly

I dreamt I had a pet mouse. She was white with black eyes, her name was Polly.

Polly wasn't like other mice. She learned to wave, shake my hand and do her own laundry. Just like any other ordinary pet mouse, Polly didn't wear clothes. I never asked her why she did laundry.

She didn't seem to be able to regulate her size which was often inconsistent. Sometimes she'd be at knee height but other times she would shrink so small she could hide beneath a pencil shaving, which I found her doing on more than one occasion. She would hide beneath pencil shavings to shelter from the rain.

Polly could speak, but only to me. She had a very soft voice so I'd have to hold her in my hand and bring her up right next to my ear. Polly told me she was sad, sad that I was going away.

I didn't remember leaving or where I had gone to. When I returned, Polly was gone.

I asked around and learned that Polly had gone looking for me although, nobody knew where that was. I went looking for Polly but never found her. Everywhere I turned I just kept seeing people dressed in grey mouse costumes surrounding me.

I woke up wanting a pet mouse, but it wouldn't be the same.