Imposter fish

Today, after a long day of conferencing, of inspiration and conflict, I returned to my room to commiserate with my pet fish only to find an imposter in her place. Where did my fish go? What happened to her? We had bonded over a morning of NPR but now she is no more. There was no note, no explanation.

Now I’m wary to start a new relationship. What if purple fish disappears tomorrow?

Oh purple fish, you are not orange and smooth. Purple fish who are you?