Me vs. Nemo

The nightmares won, 3-0, last night. This is the gospel according to my roommate, Kyle:

Nemo, that plush, orange fish, was getting on my nerves. I sat up on the edge of my bed, picked him off of the floor, and looked him right in the eyes. Inches from my face, he wasn't so intimidating anymore. As I strangled him, a certain gentleness overtook me. I felt bad. I had acted unfairly. I had no choice but to comfort him. So I began to stroke him with a gentleness that comes only at night. I apologized and placed him back on the floor. But there on the floor was the nametag "Briana." If anything angers me, it's a "Briana" nametag on my bedroom floor. I flung it towards the closet. Finally, that was out of the way. I could go back to sleep now.