The light that fills the room feels cold and blue, tinted by the shades across the window. This window faces south, so the light trickles in slowly and at first I can ignore it, but eventually I must open my eyes to this underwater light and take a deep breath in. 

I used to get up so early. Some days I would go outside and watch the sunrise, warming my hands with a mug of herbal tea. The world was quiet, but not still. I admired the people moving about the streets, getting an early start. We had something in common, they and I. We all knew the feeling of the first light of day rising over the mountains and hitting our faces. We carried that feeling with us throughout the day, like a token. But I haven’t seen them, those people of the sun, for months now. I peel back the sheets and stare at the ceiling fan, motionless and stagnant. The air is heavy and empty all at once. Perhaps, I think, it is the emptiness that has weight. I pull the sheets back up to my chin, shivering as they glide over my body. I cannot decide if I am warm or cold, in limbo. I consider shutting my eyes again, but I know that the morning light will find me and penetrate my eyelids the way it penetrates the shades, taking on a different tone as it shines through my skin. Red, urgent. And so I keep my eyes open, swimming in the blue. 

When I was a child I believed that in winter, as water froze, the fishes froze with it. I looked at the icy lakes and streams with curiosity, wondering how the fish survived. I mentioned this once to my mother, who smiled and told me that it is only the surface that freezes and not the fish. The ice forms a windowpane against the world, she told me. I could never decide which seemed worse, to be frozen or isolated. Now I feel that I am both, and it has been a long winter. I am unable to move. 

Continuing to stare, I try to appreciate the stillness, the silence, and the light. I know that I must get up and start the day. I will walk to the kitchen, I tell myself, and brew the coffee I switched out for my herbal teas. I will stand in my kitchen and … what then? Once the coffee is poured, what have I to do? I could change the sheets, or prepare dinner, or open the mail, but I don’t have the energy to do them all. These voyages, these escapades. I used to do those things and more in a single day, I suppose, though that seems so long ago. That was then, and this is now, and before I can get to those chores I must first get out of bed. 

I kick away the sheets, back where I began. Slowly I stretch out my legs and arms, as far as they can go, and then pull them back to my body. I am on my back. I try to lift myself up, starting with my shoulders, my vertebrae leaving my mattress one by one. I make it halfway up before sinking back down. Sinking into the bed as it cocoons me. Again I try, this time using my arms to support me. Slowly I bend at the waist, knees rising to meet my chest, reaching towards the ceiling. My muscles climb each other until only my feet and rear touch the mattress. I’ve nearly done it! I’m crouched! I’m sitting!

It’s uncomfortable. I lie back down. 

Is that enough? I wonder. Can I go back to sleep now? It takes so much, making the pieces of me come together. It wasn’t like that before the pandemic, before it left me treading water. I have changed, metamorphosed, but hasn’t everyone? Surely I cannot be the only one awake in bed, struggling to change my lifestyle, to even change my position. I unfocus, away from my body and back into the comfort of my mind. Fish swim through my thoughts, my movements. It’s strange, I think, that you never see the fish moving underneath the ice. Maybe they are frozen, just in a different way.

fish struggles to find true love he has L RIZZ

lyrics:

fish are the future
we slip and slide, cooked with rise
better than yall losers


fish are the future
we swim thru oceans like we floatin

ha,ha
can you float?

bitch Im a
Dish
fuck i mean fish

the fish freestyled that song in 1983 in Antlantis.

Fish touring soon in pangonia, south of the mariana trench.
bring your friends and lets swing our fins together!!!

BEWARE OF HOOKS!

i would like to be a fish

a brave lil fish, named augustus decided to take his talents to superhero-ing.




bad thing he aint got no talents besides swinginf a hook




hooray

Fish in the mood to save lifes

If I were a fish
I have always loved fish because it is a unique creature; in the corner of my room is an aquarium where I keep different type species of fish. I love goldfish because of its bright colors.  I have always wondered how fish survive in the sea. If I were a fish, I would prefer being a goldfish with bright colors. I could swim the whole day without caring much of what goes on in the world. Seeing the fish in the aquarium of my room makes me imagine myself as a fish. I wonder which color will suit me, is it white, black, or grey fish.

My new home will be the cold seawater with pebbles. I would not like to live in an enclosed aquarium like the fish in my room because I think it’s limiting. I prefer living in a big sea with fresh water where I can swim throughout from one place to the other. I would meet all types of fish like goldfish and make many new friends. I would see other beautiful sea creatures that I always read about. I imagine meeting other species with two huge white spots on their body others with flat orange tails. I imagine living in clear water, swimming every time I want to, and visiting all places I feel like. However, I fear being trapped in a fisherman’s net with my friends knowing that we are going to be eaten by humans; this is the only idea that frightens me. I cannot imagine that if I am a fish, my life can be cut short by fishermen.

I have always imagined that if I were a fish, I would be small but cute fish. I imagine that sea life will be easy because all I have to do is swim.  I would be happy because all I need to do is swim and look for food which is readily available within my surrounding without worrying much about life. Since I do not know how to swim, if I were a fish I would easily swim just like walking in the street.

Since fish move against the current using my fins, I can swim with little effort that why I prefer living underwater compared to living on earth. With my stiff bright layer of my outer skin, water will not enter into my body, and I would have a glowing skin if I were a fish. I have always wondered how fish survive in water without their skin being damaged; these are some of the experiences I will encounter if I were a fish. Having a special structure of the backbone and muscles, I can move forward and backward, upward and downward with ease.  I can swim up to the bottom of the sea without drowning because of the air sacs in my body. If I want to rise to the water surface, all I need to do is to fill the sacs with air. These are the many exciting things I would experience if I were a fish.

I have always imagined living in a big sea with other creatures; if I was a fish, I could swim delightfully with my friend meet new friends and other fish. I would enjoy the company of other colleagues and older fish and living life blissfully. I can imagine encountering other unfriendly creatures that would scare us and chase us away from their playing ground. I would not like to be a pet fish. Instead, I prefer living in the deep waters of the sea where I can see the beautiful sea world.

losing all my fish eggs

sometimes rooms seem to be the best place for a fish. They got tons of oxygen there, that means they can breath :)

btw dragons are magic but have u ever seen a fragon (some people might call it drish) 
those mythical creatures appear in the north-west of your Toilet.
sometimes when you put your head deep into that toilet bowl and let your hair tangle in that fresh nice toilet water, you can hear thhe fragon breath from below your bathroom.

be awarre while pooping, the fragon can send an enormous ball of fire to ur but. :)
Stay fishy

why is this drish fragon in a room

ONE DAY I WAS A FISH AND ON THAT DAY IT WAS THE BEST DAY AND IT WAS ALSO A TUESDAY, WHAT A TRADEGY. TUESDAYS REMIND ME OF THE WAR AND THE WAR WAS NOT NICE. OKAY. FISH THIS FISH THAT AND ALL MY HOMIES LOVE FISH AND MERMAIDS. THE SEA IS A GOOD PLACE AND I REALLY LOVE JELLY FISH AND SEAHORESES BUTONEDAY I WILL BE A FISH DRAGON..... DRAGON THESE NUTS ACROSS UR FACE.

F15H M461K

I WANNA BE A FISH AND HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS. NO OTHER ANIMAL CAN DO A FLIP AS GOOD AS A FISH CAN, IMAGINE HOW MANY FISH BITCHES I'D GET IN THE CORAL REEF. HOW DOES FISH MARRIAGE WORK? I MIGHT TRY ONE DAY TO CALL MYSELF THE FISH PIMP. I LOVE FISH. DO YOU DRINK SEA-WATER TOO?

grindin on my fish

sometimes fish can walk sometimes the fly but i like when they fish
i cant imagine a fish without a world full of fish around them.
harsh reality:. fish like to eat walls, specificaly the great chinese wall.
mhm
u kno if u kno


fish out

Lord fish save us

is that a fish in space?

I would like to be a fish

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