Anelis

 Of all the window sills in all the world she had to walk in front of mine. Carl called me crazy, “Who had heard of such a thing a gold fish in love with a cat?” He’s just a prude and if it wasn’t the fact those mouth breathers stuck him in here, this glass cell with me I wouldn’t waste time with him. Date other fish, he says. What fish am I going to date trapped in this half gallon hell with another dude? Oh sure I could maybe give the plastic scuba diver a run, looks a decent enough object, always around, it just sit there though never moving, I find it creepy. No I realized how empty life really is. Just sitting