what if a cobra swishes out of a sink

I have a large print Webster’s dictionary on my desk. I flip through it and write down words that interest me. Then I decide what kind of poem I am in the mood to write. If I want an alliterative poem I choose lots of words in the same section. dictionary, dictated, diaphragm, diagnosis, diabolical If I feel like an acrostic poem, I make sure I am spelling the word right. Acrostic poems do not do well if the initial word is misspelled. Sometimes I wake up, look at the sink in the bathroom and think What if a miniature alien crawled out of that drain? What if a cobra swished out and bit me while I was brushing my teeth? My imagination loves playing this kind of game. What if the refrigerator came to life? What if an opossum crawled out of the toaster? What would I do? What would I say? Would the opossum be able to talk? Would it be pink? My muse Trixie likes playing with these kinds of ideas. She throws things at me during the day and during my dream state. I often wake up with an idea for a poem. Unfortunately, that idea usually peters out and dies before breakfast. I have probably lost as many ideas as I have ever had.