It wasn't dark but it wasn't lit, till I decided to change the mood and flicked ON a swith.

The sweaty stinky clothes were urging me to be quick, and yet, I was stuck there, my eyes transfixed.

For there in the machine, rolling with my morning clothes, was a beautiful little Mermaid, who saw me and instantly froze.

By the looks of it, she was having a party. Playing with the bubbles of soap, her heart seemed really happy.

It felt bad to disturb her, so I turned out to go back. I had just turned OFF the light, when I thought, "What The heck!"

"What was a Mermaid doing there, enjoying as if it was her home? This was my house, my machine, I was supposed to be here alone."

I was about to turn the light back ON, and drive the creature away, when the bulb of my memory lit and all I could mumble was, "No way!!"

It wasn't the fault of that little Mermaid. To be there, she had every right.
After all she was just a fragment of my own imagination, she must have escaped when I slept in the machine last night.

I'm sure it'll find its way back into my head if I sleep there again tonight.

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Written for a prompt in "Aim to Engage" by Ambassadors

What would you do if you find a Mermaid in your machine, or better, a dragon?
Well, write your own tale. The world is eager to read it.