Fish Dreams.

You were hypnotized by the lobsters. I seemed to have remembered them stuck in that very same place years ago, trudging back and forth in their 2 ½ foot long tank. On top of this tank, that’s where I rested, a catfish swimming underneath me like a shark with false whiskers. Aware of its bewitching posture, its shiny head peeped from out of the water, swaying like a snake under charm. Our eyes rallied in consciousness of the other and held glance for what seemed like both the longest and shortest seconds of my life.

It was a surface nightmare. Like a wave cascading down the plummet of candy dreams packed with tiny yellow big bowl fishes.

Laying on top of the glass I could feel the bitter burden of my assailants situation. The restlessness of waiting marked in the ripened luster of its scales.

Moments before my hazardous attack you told me to look at the lobsters. Your body on the floor resting below my height. I lowered myself like a mermaid, only to witness their frantic antennas searching for life in the murky abyss.

As if I were slapping violently against wooden planks, a convulsion of cannibalistic fright sliced through my frame. Peeling away from my catnap, I could still feel the sensation of my tiny legs rapidly echoing the movements of my attackers fins.