I am a fish

Here is coral. The green one tastes best. It looks like a brain if I squint my little eye and look at it. I wonder what I look like. Benevolent giants stare at me with bubble eyes in wonder, so I must be pretty.

The currents are warm here. Of course, I’m not aware that I’m swimming. I’m just doing my thing. Living.

I like this cute angelfish over at the next reef. I wish I were brave enough to cross the gap, but the white sand that turns the water azure above the surface is a desert wasteland below.