Memiors of Vladimir the Fish

I forget where I am.

Again.

Something sits ominously close. I feel like I should know what it is.
It's dark and grows larger and I grow near.
Finally, it looms above me. A ship has sunk!

There must be passengers who need my help!

I'm coming captain!

I wiggle into a hole in the darkened wood.

I am scared.
I retreat.
What am I doing?

I will remember this.

I remember it is time to eat.
One,
two,
three bites fill me up. All equally spaced.

Sometimes I am too full and I spit the third back out.
Sometimes the second.

And they float into the depths.
Down, down...
No food for me.

Where am I?
Something sits ominously close...