Post by Logan on Feb 27, 2016 22:39:37 GMT -5
Dedicated to Mr. Swoom-Swoom. Goodnight a final time, little guy. I love you. Thanks for listening all those precious years.
The waters surface danced above me with bubbles that I’d race upwards to pop whenever one felt brave enough to form. The morning was casual, for me at least. I did my routine through the encased ocean, first by giving that water pulling hunk of junk a good stare down. He never dared move – at least not when he knew I was near. The hand God that sprinkled food from above would sometimes pull him out for baths. I’d always make sure to chase that waterfall producing motherfucker out too whenever bath time arrived. He knew his place. Greenie, that sideways swimming clown, along with Orange and the pair of whisker kitties that roamed the bottom and resembled the cat who I sometimes stared down whenever it got close to my ocean wall – all depended on my to keep our waters safe.
Time drew on throughout the years. I became a bit more aware of my surroundings outside the ocean walls, watching the hand God from time to time. He slept more than those whisker kitties did, hell, maybe he was just one big giant one that mutated into a life outside of water. Either way we trusted him. The food always came on time at the exact time every day, although we had to put up with his gibberish speeches before and after feedings.
Within the years that continued I grew a feeling I could not explain. It was… looking forward to the hand… an unknown joy like the one I got popping bubbles when he snored away in sleep.
The day came when I could no longer slice through waters. A peacefulness, yet scary in a way, brought me down to the bottom along with those whisker kitties. They knew I was dying. Even Orange and the half decent swimmer, Greenie, hung by my side. My last glimpse beyond my ocean walls saw the hand God’s face, with water of his own falling down his eyes. I gasped one last time, gave the giant hunk of junk water sucker a final glare, and bid farewell to the ocean.
The waters surface danced above me with bubbles that I’d race upwards to pop whenever one felt brave enough to form. The morning was casual, for me at least. I did my routine through the encased ocean, first by giving that water pulling hunk of junk a good stare down. He never dared move – at least not when he knew I was near. The hand God that sprinkled food from above would sometimes pull him out for baths. I’d always make sure to chase that waterfall producing motherfucker out too whenever bath time arrived. He knew his place. Greenie, that sideways swimming clown, along with Orange and the pair of whisker kitties that roamed the bottom and resembled the cat who I sometimes stared down whenever it got close to my ocean wall – all depended on my to keep our waters safe.
Time drew on throughout the years. I became a bit more aware of my surroundings outside the ocean walls, watching the hand God from time to time. He slept more than those whisker kitties did, hell, maybe he was just one big giant one that mutated into a life outside of water. Either way we trusted him. The food always came on time at the exact time every day, although we had to put up with his gibberish speeches before and after feedings.
Within the years that continued I grew a feeling I could not explain. It was… looking forward to the hand… an unknown joy like the one I got popping bubbles when he snored away in sleep.
The day came when I could no longer slice through waters. A peacefulness, yet scary in a way, brought me down to the bottom along with those whisker kitties. They knew I was dying. Even Orange and the half decent swimmer, Greenie, hung by my side. My last glimpse beyond my ocean walls saw the hand God’s face, with water of his own falling down his eyes. I gasped one last time, gave the giant hunk of junk water sucker a final glare, and bid farewell to the ocean.
