woke up on the wrong side of the bed, beneath it, to be precise

the sound of goldfish singing echoing through the room, the glug glug symphony bringing a sense of calm sweeping over me

i stepped outside to admire the day, pre-sunrise, the moon shining up into the oceans above me

a school of silver scaled fish swirled along the current, the moonlight reflecting off of their scales like a pack of disco balls across the sky

i sipped my coffee as the sun lowered gently down the horizon, lost in the nebulous form of jellyfish dancing in the rippling sea

it was so clear, i felt as if i could stretch my hand high into the sky and touch the beds of coral in majestic pinks and yellows

stroke the fins of the sharks that seemed only a few feet above me, feel the warmth and love in their eyes as they navigated the eddies of the cerulean daydream

a great gray form broke the lowest membrane of the sky and showered me with spray, before crashing back through with an echoing song of exploration and hidden sorrow

i woke on the wrong side of the bed today, on top of it, to be precise