Little Amy clambered onto her parents bed anxiously waiting for her mom to get out of the shower.

The woman arrived clad in her fuzzy bath robe and slippers.

The girls eyes brightened, “Can you read the story again? Please please please!”

Her mother smiled, “Alright.” Grabbing a book with a sequined cover off the nightstand, she leaned into the wall of pillows against the head board and waited for her daughter to settle into the crook of her arm.

“There once was a goldfish. He was not like the others in the pond; his scales were a brilliant gold color, shimmering whenever he swam. One day…” Amy was absorbed into her favorite bedtime story. While she heard her mothers soft, sweet voice, she was also standing next to the golden fish. She was beside him as he was caught on the fishing line and as he offered three wishes to the fisherman. And as the story ended, she reached to touch his magnificent scales, but the picture in front of her rippled and disappeared. Then she was back on the bed in her parents room with her mothers voice next to her.

“Then the fish was released back into the water. Who knows maybe one day you’ll catch the fish and get your three wishes?”

The book was shut.

“Alright, love, time for bed.”

“Will daddy come and give a good night kiss?” Asked the drowsy girl.

“He will when he gets home,” Amy was carried to her room and tucked in. “Good night my little goldfish.” Her mom placed a kiss on her forehead and shut off the light. But all little Amy could see was her gold fish, scales shimmering.