Murky

I thought he was dead, and I have never been so scared in my life. Wait, wait let me  backtrack. I woke up on the absolute wrong side of the bed today. Been in a bit of a funky mood since last night. After some good old fashioned pep from my best friend, I was essentially told to do my best to cheer myself up and maintain. So naturally, I put my best foot forward, literally and figuratively to sway my mood  in a happier direction. Took my morning walk around the block, meditated and took a nice hot shower. I'm not going to lie to you, it helped a little but not as much as I needed. So I went to one of my second favorite things in the world; food. I heated up some broccoli in a cheese sauce and some chicken tenders, it was quite tasty if I do say so myself. Like I was sure it would do, my full belly soothed my emotional angst. Just as I felt my day was finally looking up, I realized that Bae took her Beats to work and neglected to inform me where she put the red Sony headphones that I use when I don't have them. I'm looking around trying to find them so I can peacefully slip into a musical coma, all to no avail. Then I thought to myself, 'she probably left them on her gaming area, next to Billy.' If you don't know by now, because you don't pay attention to my Facebook or Instagram or whatever, Billy is our contraband turtle. I mean technically we're turtle sitting  but you know, tomato-tomahto. We're not supposed to have him anyway. No pets allowed. I wish that wasn't true though otherwise I would have a little dog running around me or something, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway ,I went to go look and see if the headphones were where I thought they were, they werent. But before I could really notice that, I saw that Billy wasn't moving not even a little bit.  Now his water was a little murky, so I tried to do my best to remain calm.  I had fed him early this morning, like seven-thirty, and his tank was due for a cleaning that I didn't want to give because touching amphibians creeps me out.  I tapped the side of the tank closest to the fake palm tree, the way I usually do and said "Hey  Dolla Billz!!" Nothing, not even a wiggle. It was at that particular point, that I started full-blown freaking out. My eyes were welling up and everything. It wasn't until I picked up his tank and brought him into the bathroom, that his head slowly crept out of its shell. I had never been so happy to see such beady eyes. The whole time I thought he was dead, when in reality he was just taking a nap. The feeling of relief consumed me. So much so, that I took him out and gave his tank a nice rinse and refill. Now, Billy is happily swimming around, fully fed, in his new clean water.  I didn't realize until just now, but Billy really helped me. Even though my mood is still a little sour, today I learned there are worse things. After all, the only thing that's worse than touching a smelly amphibian, is touching a dead one. Thanks Billy.