I look through the glass, bumping it to test it's strength, a convex stretches and bends what I assume to be reality. Inside, my fears are few, just a need for water and food; If I could step across the threshold, a giddiness would ensue. The adventure of foreign lands, the experience of touching--holding, sensations of air on skin/scales/fins- all would be frighteningly new. Racing around the interior, practicing leaps to escape, dreaming of freedom, the first orgasmic gulp of pure air As I glide through space is so tantalizing; Study, plan, sleep, ready to attempt the greatest leap! In comes the cat, giant paw-sharp claws disturbing the peace of my watery home, invading my personal space! I dive deep for cover, eyes rolling in fear, dreams dashed as I seek cover beneath stones.
