The penguin ran to the shore and dove into the water.
Grabbing me by the fin, he swam me to the shore and plopped me down onto the ground.
I couldn’t breathe.
He listened to my chest and I blacked out.
I awoke to his beak touching mine.
I felt woozy and blacked out – again.

I woke for the second time in an igloo, but not mine.
Then I saw him in the kitchen.
I spoke out.
“Hello.”
He spun around and exhaled in relief.
“Oh, you’re alive!”
“Yeah I am, but who are you?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
I got up. “I just want to know your name.”
“I won’t tell you.”
I lunged at him and grabbed his throat.
He punched me, then his whole body became dead weight.
I let go, and he fell to the ground.
Dead.
I killed the penguin of my dreams.
I went to the wall and bawled my eyes out.