My metamorphose

When I woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, I found myself changed in my bed into a goldfish in a bowl....I didn't know what to think. My once dexterous hands now are floppy fins. My movements felt sluggish in this thick water. The entire room, distorted from the curvature of the glass, frightened me as I felt this abnormal fear of the open. I cowered against plastic seaweed, until I saw the crack of the door widen and a familiar person entered.

My mom first noted the vacant bed, and nearly jumped when she saw a tiny, round bowl with my fish-form inside. She approached me, her head appearing even larger with the curved glass, and tapped obnoxiously against the glass. I scurried around from the seaweed, startled and in pain from the shock waves traveling through the water and into my sensitive body. Her hands then enveloped the sides of the container and translocated my bowl onto the kitchen counter--the busiest room of the house.

Every day, tiny flakes rained from the sky. At first, I was appalled by the sight of the "food." But my hunger won over my pickiness, and I acquired a taste of  the flakes. There wasn't much I could do. I could swim around the tiny, plastic seaweed a few times, but I lacked privacy. Evrytime someone entered the kitchen for some snack or lack there of,  they glanced at me, sometimes sprinkled a few flakes, and continued about their business. I became a captive of my bowl, imprisoned in the kitchen...

No one was feeding my cat. She usually bugs the crap out of me in the morning, afternoon, evening, bedtime, and nighttime, begging for me to feed her in the most annoying manner. She does know where to find food in our house--our OCD dog tends to leave her food unattended if her specific dietary settings aren't met. But living on dog food unsatisfied her eternal hunger. Funny....I always had the hand that fed her--the hand that can open her cat food container and scoop out her food...But today, she has that hand....and DOESN'T AFRAID TO USE IT...