Friday, March 23, 2007
I am always bobbing from one side to the other. Bumping me here and there, it feels like I will never get out of this stinking liquid. They never ever open the top half to let me breathe. I think I might have suffocated a while back but I am not quite sure of that yet.
Gosh here I go again, shaking, bobbing; I think I want to throw up. They always stare at me with their big eyes and talk in groups. My word, I can see you! Stop gossiping did your mothers not teach you any manners? Kids of today think they know everything and they are so rude. Here we go again, bobbing, knock me on the side. Please put me down gently all this movement is not good for my stomach. I am very sensitive. I remember the day I came here so clearly. I first stayed in a huge white place, with long shinny tables. Little round chairs where young people sat down. They where more gentle with me than this bunch of hooligans. The day I came here the sun was very bright, and worse of all I could not blink. The car ride all the way here was very rough on my intestine, being sensitive and all. Then they brought me into this establishment. The wild ones came closer and they knocked on the glass and they stuck their snotty noses right by my eye. How can they just do that, again a bunch of hooligans?
Now they put me back on my place again….I will drift from side to side a bit, this is actually calming like the times I could go to the sea side. At least I have a photo on the wall of the ocean. I look at it and wish I knew how I landed here. There goes the bell, they all run out of the door. Always in a hurry.
What am I?