Jon dove into the water; sank into another day of work. He listened to the sound of his own breathing and peered through goggled eyes at the crowd of people pressing themselves against the glass of the aquarium. Some of the children pounded on the glass. The fish darted away. Jon watched people point to him and wave; their arms outstretched and their focus entirely wrong. Was it really such a thrill to see him? Weren't they there to see the fish?
Jon floated in his peaceful domain, glad to be apart from the noisy hordes. He much preferred the bubbling sound of the sea world and the company of the silent fish. He'd much rather be here than in the fishbowl of pushing, shoving spectators that he watched every morning. He emptied his food container. The various species swam quickly for a nibble and then hurried away. With a flip of his fins, he did, too, swimming away from the make-believe shoreline.
Hehe, I confess, I'm one of those silly people who enjoys seeing people in the tank. I suppose b/c it's a privilege forbidden to me.
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