A Transparent Basin

The floor remained cool beneath my flippers. Near the drain, a low translucent basin sat resting on the tiles, catching a slow, stray drip from the tap above. I dragged my belly forward until my snout made contact with the plastic wall. A soft hum resonated through the plastic with each droplet that fell inside. I pressed the broad side of my jaw flat against the clear rim, peering into the shallow pool gathering within. A steady vibration. The water shifted slightly against the blue tint of the tub. I stayed anchored there, submerged in the quiet rhythm.