Death of a Goldfish

I am not claustrophobic yet cannot imagine swimming in a fishbowl while big moon faces peer in, gigantic shapes that block the sun with their useless gaping mouths sucking oxygen from the room, stubby fingers tapping ripples through the glass.

I wanted to make life better (for a while) and save your tiny world with clean water and a clear view of the moon and the sun, but I tried too hard and instead, turned the fishbowl inside out, causing your death with my stupid pet store hose and my giant, clumsy hands.