Conditional Reality

On his wedding day, Moondust Lightverse woke up in the shape of a fish. His best man found Moondust gasping on the bed, and quickly ran water in the bathtub and dropped Moondust into it. The phone rang. It was Moondust’s bride to be. I have this feeling something is wrong, she said. Don’t worry, said the best man, everything’s fine. He hung up the phone. Bad news, he told Moondust. We’re going to have to find you a new tux. Moondust expelled a long line of bubbles that popped, one by one, at the surface of the bath water.