One cold night in December, I was sleeping quite soundly, when all of a sudden I awoke with a
start. Immediately, I found myself running through the house. I was a mouse. Then I climbed up onto the roof. I was cold. I
started to shiver. The next thing I knew, I had become a speck of dust. I started floating through the air at a slow rate, drifting
quietly down towards the ground. As I approached the frozen earth, a small dog came trotting by. I'm sure it was a
Chihuahua. Just as I was about to land, the dog took a deep breath and inhaled me into its body. That's when I discovered
that I was trapped in the lungs of a Chihuahua. It was dark. I had trouble seeing clearly. As I slowly became accustomed to
the dimness, I was able to make out certain variations in the textures of the organs. There were funny little lines and tube-like
things. It smelled funny in there. The Chihuahua coughed. I flew violently towards a small opening. Then I drifted back inside.
I felt sticky. Could this be phlegm? I became nauseous. I was sure my world was erupting into a nightmare of sorts. The
Chihuahua coughed again, this time more forcefully. I once again flew abruptly towards the opening. This time, I drifted out of
the lungs and through the dog's mouth. I hit my dust speck head on a sharp object as I exited the body cavity. I'm sure it
must have been a tooth. I floated precariously out into the cold air, wondering if this ambiguous episode would ever end.
Then I disappeared.