Change the World
I had a dream last night– a video dream in full techniclour. I knew that I had to write the dream down, because it contained instructions for managing climate change so that it would reverse itself.
Just as I was trying to wake myself up, I felt a small nose beside my face, and a gentle tongue licking me. The digital clock read 3.23 AM. Bella needed to go outside.
We crept down to the back door. I hoisted on my coat and purple toque, fumbled a bag and a flashlight into my pocket and out we went.
There were no stars in the sky. A slight scent of skunk wafted in the breeze. Bella did some research before determining the exact location for her mission.
I picked up, and we crunched our way back to the door, and into the warm house.
And that dream? I couldn't remember a single detail. Nothing.
If climate change is not reversed, it will all be Bella's fault.