Sheldon's Dream

In Sheldon's dream, standing before a least favorite door, he draws in a breath. Stepping into the dentist office, silent, drifting fish gaze from an immaculate tank, greeting Sheldon with their aqua-paradise of no-stress.

The receptionist appears, broadly smiling with glaringly bright teeth, hands him a clipboard. The dentist- the one on the radio who is famous, with many star friends- Sheldon hears him singing in Persion in a back room, his voice high and lilting.

The assistant is a burly, stout man with double-arm sleeve tattoos. He prepares Sheldon in the chair with far too many straps, then talks about Infowars, the moon landing hoax, and his flat-earther friends. Sheldon is fully trapped, and the long dream only half-over.