A/N: I scrawled this in English class one day instead of listening to instructions. Luckily, my teacher likes me, so when I showed it to her, she wasn't affronted in the slightest. And yes, water really does look like how I describe it. It's freaky. Anyway, read, enjoy, and review!!

Of Pudding and Oceans

It was one of those days when you sit on a spit of rock that juts far off the beach so that the surrounding water is deep and you look at the water and think to yourself that the manner in which the waves rise and swell and crest and trough makes them look like navy blue pudding, whisked into shape by the spoon of the wind.

I smiled softly to myself, my skin peppered with flecks of spray, the salt clinging to my clothes long after the water had evaporated. The rock beneath my exposed fingers and toes was cold and slick but somehow rough, dotted with small pits and cracks that sometimes gave algae a home. But not this rock; this rock was only a rock, the last of its kind on the end of the spit, braving the chaos and the calm of the ocean and standing firm, always firm. But worn—all those pits and cracks. This rock was old.

I ran my fingertips along its surface gently, caressing the stone and lost in thoughts of the navy blue pudding. I don't know why the water looked thick, so thick that if I reached out and poked it the indention of my finger would stay. When the water drew close and threw itself against the rock, it was thin and transparent and wet. But out there, beyond my reach and my curiosity, it appeared solid and tipped with foamy crests of whipped cream.

But it was not so, and I knew that, despite my imagination's fanciful protests. The water was just water and this rock was just a rock; ocean and shore played their parts and I was but an idle spectator with too much time on my hands and no real thoughts in my head.

Still, when I returned home and scoped out my cupboard, I discovered a humble cup of chocolate pudding. Plucking it from its shelf, I peeled the plastic seal off, licked it clean, and set it aside. All that remained now was to retrieve a shiny metal spoon from the silverware drawer.

A little smile quirked the corner of my mouth as I scooped out the chocolate with my spoon and only saw the wind sculpting the waves.

Fin