I swim in the castle. I swim out of the castle. I swim in the castle. I swim out of the castle.

O how I am begining to hate that castle.

O is that food I see floating up top? I better race to it before Large other gold fish, gets to it first and there’s none left for me.

Sigh too late again.

Looking out the sides of this clear glass bowl, watching the people as they go about their day.

Longing to sprout legs and join them in their life outside a fishbowl. Sometimes the big people’s little people press their faces up against the side of the bowl, and they look huge and it scares me and I think they want to eat me.
Especially when I smell something ‘fishy’ coming from the thing they use to cook food in.

And so I swim in the castle. I swim out of the castle.