Bathtime.
The drama unfolded at sea.
A dolphin and a devil ray joined forces against a trio of baby ducks that had taken control of an entire corner.
The odds were against this dolphin and this ray. They knew full well the power of the duck triumvirate that held the waters in a vise-like grip.
The were brothers, these two. Though one be a mammal and one be a fish, their love was as powerful as a rod of Moses.
As they navigated the icebergs of johnson and johnson bubbles, avoided the scourge of the zebra and dragon infested waters of the north, they decided it was time to make their final assault on the duckie stronghold.
Side by side, the battle was joined and just as they were about to be victorious,
It all stopped.
His arm was underneath the faucet and a single drop landed on his skin.
He stopped.
Just like that the world went away. An entire universe filled with dragons and zebras and ducks.
Gone.
The only thing in the world now was that faucet,
slowly dripping on his arm.
And how many universes are destroyed and created in one day?
A world of dripping faucets,
then gone.
A world of of flying fish sticks at dinner time,
then gone.
A world of a father who is the center of the universe,
then gone.
