Judy opened her eyes, but something was different. She was breathing underwater. Although the thought scared her, she quickly gulped for more air. As soon as she did, she realized it wasn't air she was gulping; it was water. Somehow the water was allowing her to breathe. But it didn't bother her, she was already moving around, trying to get her bearings.

It was late evening. The sun was low in the sky, barely hitting the water. Everything around her was blue and has a beautiful hue. She'd never worried about snorkeling before, but now was the perfect time. She felt the water vibrate against her skin and turned to look at it. Why was her whole body twisting? It didn't matter. She moved towards the vibrations.

It was a dancing ritual. Everywhere around her Judy could see different species of fish and eel swimming about. It was that time of year where everyone had one thing on their mind- find a mate, spawn eggs, protect them. She found herself looking around for a mate. She found herself part of the fray. Somehow it was affecting her. Along the way it became apparent that she was a fish herself.

Others ignored her. Her bright blue color seemed to allow her to blend into the sea around her. She was trying to find someone different, special. None of the aquatic animals near her seemed to notice her. She didn't care; she had to find one. It may take time, but she'd do it. It was time.

As she moved around, she noticed a fish being ignored by others. It'd move towards them and they'd shy away. Judy quickly realized the fish was a male. His bright orange color and stripes made him too obvious, too open. If a predator came, he'd be too much of a target. He moved left and right, trying to find a partner. None allowed it.

She'd prove them wrong. She moved forward, her tail propelling her. The fish deserved a chance, even if no other fish would give it. She hated seeing him try and fail. About halfway through, she noticed the fish just sort of float away, ignoring those he nearly swam into. He'd given up. She flexed her body harder to get closer quicker. He wasn't going to expect her, and that was fine. She wanted to surprise him.

She nearly ran into the fish. She couldn't talk to him, but she flexed her body and block his path. She swam side to side. His eyes seemed dulled as he tried to pass her. She refused to move, letting him run into her. She swam around him in a circle, trying to get his attention. He finally moved to the side to avoid her. She swam next to him, forcing him to shy away again. As he did, she moved again.

The fish didn't seem happy. In all reality, this fish reminded her of Nick. It gave up and she was trying to change it's mind. It stuck out, but tried to avoid being noticed. She liked it already. She bumped into it, forcing the fish to move away.

It tried to escape but she didn't let it. She swam in front of it, keeping it in her vision. Judy kept moving side to side. Somewhere inside, she felt like what she was doing was working. She had developed a rhythm to keep the fish from escaping. If he'd stop running, maybe he'd enjoy himself like she was.

He moved to swim around her, and she bumped him. He recoiled and she closed the distance. He turned around and she passed next to him like a torpedo. Suddenly, as she was trying to cut him off again, she felt herself pushed over. He'd bumped into her instead. The small act made her feel better; he was starting to respond.

She swam over him and bumped him over. He acted like he would try to pass, and when she blocked him he bumped her away. His eyes weren't so dull. Behind them she could see the other fish staring. She didn't care. She was enjoying herself.

Forget the mating ritual and the dance. She was having fun. This fish, seeing him try again, was making her feel better. She was showing the other fish it was wrong to judge this fish based on his appearance.

The brightly colored fish was starting to flow back. When he made her move back, he moved forward. He tapped her. When she moved to dodge it, he was already there bumping her again. She was faster, but Judy realized that this fish could figure out her movements and was already guiding her actions. She wished he was a blue fish too.

This was pure. Even with him being a different type of fish, there was nothing wrong here. She didn't care about the time of the year. She was caught up in bumping into this fish. She was enjoying him bumping back. The other fish had gone back to their mating ritual and she ignored them. She didn't need to take part in that. She was having fun, which was likely more than the rest of the fish were having.

This fish was unlike the rest. He had tried and failed to take part. He had ignored them when they shied away. But he'd let her push him back into the flow. He may have thought of something she wasn't, but that didn't bother her. She was bumping and swimming. Inside, she felt herself quite happy with the situation. If only this fish was a blue fish, maybe this dance would be different. Or if she was a brighter color.

But she wasn't orange and he wasn't blue. Despite that, they were having fun. They were swimming around and pushing each other. She'd made him take part, and he'd helped her show all the other fish that it didn't matter why you were there. She realized that she was actually glad that they were different colors. It made them stand out more, made them more unique.

Bump, swim, bump. Flip, swim, bump. A random pattern that changed every time they moved, Judy found herself enthralled with the situation. She saw his eyes were bright, too. They swam into the rest of the fish, continuing their game of tag. The others moved, trying to avoid them. Judy didn't care. She swam over the other fish to dodge his bump…

Just to flip off the bed and nearly hit the floor. She gasped, her eyes opening. She noticed the floor vaguely; everything was blurry. She sucked in air; it was all a dream. She wasn't a fish, she wasn't playing a game of tag. Reality sunk back in as she tried to escape the bindings holding her from the floor. They wouldn't come off. She sighed and let her head fall forward. She had a massive headache and she knew that light would not be her friend in the near future.

"This isn't what I signed up for," she groaned. She hoped Nick was alright.