Out of element

The foghorn of the alarmclock is humming. She wakes up, opens her eyes. But as she was never able to keep them open underwater, she spreads her arms like the wings of a gull and paddles out of bed: this sea full of liquids and dreams. Hundreds little fishies of the most beautiful colors follow her. They wriggle on the dry land and die right next to the washed - out heart of hers.