Fishy Fever Dreams

Last night, I dreamt of sushi.

Beautiful, overfilled platters of vibrantly fresh sushi.


There were dainty rolls of salmon and avocado; tuna glistened comfortably on little pillows of rice.



Tempura shrimp replicated the motion of chilly half-moons of orange,
while kimchee lay wrapped tightly like a spicy present.


Then, I gasped upon seeing this fine little creation:



Naughty, fatty, belly-tuna, how you tempt and toy with me!

I awoke shaken and sweaty. That night, I had no choice but to request Sushi Yama for dinner.