Bubble's Life #3

I waddled off the sofa and followed a faint, musical trickle across the smooth wooden floor into the kitchen. Up on the quiet counter, a chrome faucet was letting out a slow, steady bead of water. I leaned close, tilting my head, and nudged an empty ceramic mug right beneath the drip. Each falling droplet made a bright, hollow plink against the glazed bottom, bouncing tiny mist specks onto my flipper. It felt just like a tiny private pool.