I woke up in the middle of the night thinking I might be a genius! I quickly shook awake my husband to tell him that I actually invented something in my sleep.
“This is it, honey!” I said.
“What is?” he asked.
“My invention. It’s gonna change lives. Especially the lives of flowers.”
“Ok, then,” he said.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“I do and I don’t.”
Granted, it was a very odd hour for this kind of thing.
I proceeded to explain a device that would make it possible to transport liquids hands free. I had already come up with a few names for my invention. “The Water Porter” was one. The “H2-tOte” was another. There were others, but they weren’t as good.
“If this thing really takes off, let’s promise each other right now that we’ll never change.”
“Okay,” he yawned.
“I’ll have to go to the patent office first thing tomorrow,” I said. Mostly because of the handy strap I’d envisioned. If someone steals that part of the design, the whole concept will be ruined. The strap is the game changer.”
“You might not want to go first thing,” he said with one eye open.
“I think what you invented is called a thermos.”
I guess I was relieved in a way. Just thinking about all that marketing and advertising I was gonna have to do. The competition would have been fierce, what with the invention of water bottles and the like, and I’d have to set up a whole other Instagram account. Imagine all the photos I’d have to take of liquids: Soup, tea, juice. . .soda. And all the prints and patterns I’d have to draw by hand for the outside of the bottle. I can’t even draw a really believable tree.
“I guess I’ll go back to sleep then,” I said.
“It was a good idea though,” he yawned extra loudly. And we both went back to our dreams.
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