A Yellow Guppy

She was sitting in the grass, her toes digging into the cold dirt underneath. Her eyes faced the sky, which was currently clear of clouds, but in the distance a dark void foreshadowed a change in weather. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply the cold air, and shivered as she lay down in the soft grass. It flowed around her, catching her in a softly moving wave.

Small white dandelions dotted the grass throughout, and she reached for one, holding it in her hand as she blowed the seeds, which caught the wind and flew away, going freely to find a new, inviting life. She smiled a sad, hopeful smile, imagining herself as one of them, but knowing that the thought was unachievable. It was almost as if she became one with the grass, her body only a shadow in the magnitude of earth in which she was laying. The brook nearby was calm, with only a slight ripple because of the wind.

She rose, admiring the stream and, as if it had ordered her to, and as if something was waiting for her inside the water, she plunged into the brook, clothes and all. The water enwrapped her immediately, and it was similar to the wave of her grass; it calmed her, taking over her soul. It was comfortable, and, though her clothes were now ruined, and she knew of this, her mind was at ease. It was as if all that occupied her simple mind before was gone, and all that existed now was her and the stream.

She opened her eyes, and the clear water stung them, handicapping her vision temporarily. They adapted to the water, and she noticed a small, yellow guppy approaching her, it's tail flowing coherently with the waves.

She reached out to it, expecting it to flee away from her timidly. Instead, the fish swam around her playfully, happily branding her as his new friend, binding himself to her. She cupped her hands around him and observed, his beauty entrancing her. If it were to swim away at that moment, she would have felt a deep remorse, never knowing what could have been of their friendship. She wondered, at that moment, if their meeting in this lake had been destined to happen, or some sort of decided event neither of them could control or change.

She pet the fish, and it looked almost as if it was smiling upon her, a sort of happy, deceitful smile, which pleased her, yet also frightened her. But this fish couldn't have false intentions, for it was just a small, innocent minded fish. In certain respects, the guppy resembled her own simple personality, and she welcomed it into her life with a certain unconditional respect, comfortably allowing herself to believe she and the fish were a match made in heaven that could not be separated. With this in mind, she also believed the fish to have similar thoughts, and looked to him as the most understanding creature she had ever come to know.

The fish and she swam around, playing childishly together like kittens. He led her deeper in the water, but she didn't notice; it all looked the same. She was beginning to feel tired, but she and the fish continued to together explore the lake, which had transformed into a sea she was not aware existed until then. The fish all the while was maturing; his tail first growing longer along with his fins, and then his body entirely.

After awhile she noticed he no longer fit in her hands, and was almost the size of her arm. But she only found this interesting, and it did not disturb her precious mind in any way. She kept the green of the earth above them in her view, making sure to always locate it in case they got lost. The fish was constantly bringing her to new places, which interested her but tired her more and more. He seemed to ne'er run out of a constant energy that he possessed. Continually growing, the fish led her deeper and deeper, to where her peaceful surface was no longer in looking distance. At that time, she suggested they find their way back, but her thoughts were disregarded as paranoia.

Easily convinced, she forgot her reality on land entirely, knowing only the sea and her friend the large yellow fish. Before long, it was larger than she, and it exhausted her, moving much faster than she, to where she was afraid of losing it in fear she would be unable to find her way. She finally reached a point to where her strength was almost completely drained, and her eyes stung from the water around her.

Her fingers and toes were wrinkled, her hair a mess about her head. She tried  inform the creature that she needed to go back, but he pushed her down, deeper and deeper into the ocean. The blackness around her cut away from her vision entirely, but she could feel him pushing her further and further away from where she desired to be. She didn't fight it, figuring he would allow her to go back once he got tired, but his energy only increased incessantly, until she became aware of the reality that he was not going to let her go. It was then that she struggled, trying to break free from his grasp, but all attempts proved futile. She screamed, but sounds were absorbed by the water, and her voice was not heard.

Faster and faster she approached the bottom, her head heavy with worry and pain, her body light and weak. Finally, the whale let her go, realizing himself that she was now no longer useful to him at all. She dropped onto the sand, sinking into it from the force in which she was thrown. Without even a goodbye, or any sort of sentimental farewell, the whale swam away, slowly into the darkness. She lay there struggling on her own to get up for a moment, but her body was weak. She continued to struggle, for what seemed like endless hours of no improvement, and finally gave up, convinced she would be there forever. She closed her eyes, laying in the sand.

The water around her became still, and she felt her body's pulse calm. Her body suddenly filled with a surprising strength she had never known she had, and her eyes fluttered open. She squinted, a new light almost blinding her. Once adjusted, her eyes recognized a certain green patch of grass, filled with dandelions, only feet away from her. She got up at once, able to leap out of the water with full energy.

Her feet touched the grass, soft and cold as she remembered. Not used to being on ground, she stumbled, slightly disoriented, but caught her balance quickly. She reached for her hair, which was suddenly dry and smooth, and looked around her, taking a deep breath. The sky was still clear as she remembered, and in the distance a group of dark clouds floated; a storm had passed. She smiled, taking deep, long breaths, the wind touching her face softly. She held out her arms; her comfortable haven welcoming her back.

She glanced to the brook, the small rocks and twigs at it's bottom visible through the clear water. Among the rocks was a guppy, small and yellow, swimming contently through it's waters, unaware of her standing above it. She laughed to herself, shaking her head. Peacefully and happily, she watched as it swam away, it's tiny tail swimming behind it as it set off down the stream, forever gone from her view.

Can you tell it's like a big metaphor lolol