The dream is different this time.

It starts in the dark like always, but this time I'm laying down. I'm curled up on something rough. I lift my head up.

I feel like I'm moving.

Oh my God.

I'm inside the fish.

I'm laying on its tongue, but it's like its tongue is the whole bottom of the inside of the fish.

And the inside of the fish is huge.

It's like the whole thing is hollow. and it has ridges like the inside of a throat.

I stand up and look around.

It's daytime outside and the light is coming through the mouth and eyes like windows.

I just stare at that ghostly daylight face swaying slowly side to side as the fish swims. I have a sudden urge to look out to look out of the mouth.

So I walk to the front of the tongue. I walk right up to its giant jaws. The bone blades

open just a little and then they close and I feel the water come in, wash over

my face, push my hair back. Outside I can see the tops of

rocky spires, like underwater mountains or something passing underneath us, and I want to see, I want to look, but that

means I have to lean my head out of its mouth between its jaws? I think about it.

Another intake of water blows my hair back.

The mouth is exactly the height of my head and I reach out and I touch the bone jaw and then I pull my hand back and wait.

Nothing. and then I pull my hand back and wait.

Nothing.

Maybe the fish doesn't know I'm in here.

I reach out and touch the jaw again, but this time I leave my hand on it. Nothing. Just the rhythm of swimming.

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