Imaginary Merfolk
so its not so much that you're trapped in the "bath" as much as you live in the "bath." Live, and not trapped, in the sense that sometimes She drags you out, hauls you up and over, your tale lugubriously sliding across the linoleum, your scales catching against the tile, and then you're in the wheeled device and plunged up and over out of the "bathroom" and onto the "couch" or into her "bed."
you used to struggle. now you don't bother. you go limp and let Her struggle. you think She's getting stronger, though. you can see the clean lines on her arms. You used to be strong like that. now you've got muscle cramps and probably some sort of vitamin deficiency. But you're only really sleeping in the "bath."
She used to have a "kiddie pool" set up in her "bedroom." But you flipped it over one too many times.
Small revolutions aside, you are trapped, in the sense that there's nowhere to go. She lives in a box in the upside. you're in a cage of air and light and gravity. you're in the fairylands. you are never getting home.
Her brother brings you "markers." He slips them under the plate when he brings you the strange surface food. You think he feels sorry for you. He looks at you like you're something marvelous. You don't look at him at all.
When She finds the markers, She takes them away. They get in fights. You watch through half-lidded eyes.
You wonder how you can use this.
