I believe I saved them, I woke up happy. A sigh at the end of a dreadful night.
It was a dream. A strange one.
Three fish on the floor. How did they get out of the water? They are growing bigger, becoming swollen.
I remember the touch of the moist slippery skin in my palm. The little rounded mouths searching. The small aquarium looks too far away. I can’t reach it. I’m running around the room panicking. They are dying.
I was becoming claustrophobic. I felt swallowable.
I want to save them, I know that water would bring them back.
I know that water is their life but I forgot that fact at that very moment. I forgot.
I am holding the fish, watching its white inside dry up. And I remembered!
I woke up to the image of water melting inside the fish. They were alive again. And so was I.
I woke up happy.