Alora’s aqua eyes grew round with amazement. She examined each thing in the aquarium with equal wonder. Every grey pebble and each individual scaley fish did not slip through her gaze.

What she saw next was magical. She had been to this aquarium millions of times in her five years, and she had never seen anything like it. It was a giant fish that had a glowing orange color and large, friendly indigo eyes. It swam along with an elegance that could only be achieved by something of its kind. It stopped in front of little Alora and waved its magnificent fin as if beckoning her to come.

Alora pressed her hands on the thick glass, wishing there was a way into its world. She wanted a way in, a way to swim carelessly throughout the water with her new friend. She wanted to learn its name and become friends with each individual fish.

All of a sudden, Alora vanished. The sweet, redhead was nowhere to be found, or so everyone thought. The magnificent goldfish had known her thoughts and wishes. It granted her one day to see the world as a fish does. Alora turned into a fish slightly smaller than the goldfish. She turned the color of her eyes, a dazzling aquamarine. Now, Alora spoke freely among the fish, becoming immediate friends with them.

Hours later, Alora was returned to her place on the other side of the glass. A bittersweet feeling rushed through her. She had enjoyed the experience most thoroughly. Alora missed the fish. She missed swimming along with grace and a carefree heart. Alora wanted to return to her friends on the other side of the glass.