The Art Of Merk

I sat on the bottom of the lake for days. After the first day, the fish saw me as just something else sunk to the bottom of their world, left to sway with the currents. It was cold. I remember that. Cold and dark. As time passed, i began to wonder if i would ever be discovered, if i would ever see the tops of the waves again. But when the divers found me, and brought me so slowly, so gently to the surface... i found i missed my little spot at the bottom of the lake, swaying with the fish. And they missed me too.