Memoir Monday

I wake up on a saturday morning,
I leave my dark-cold room,
And go out into the warm-sunny kitchen.

That's when i see him,
My fish still hasn't woken up.
He was still asleep, his belly was facing upward.

I tapped the glass,
And tapped again,
Saying, wake up Goldy.

But it was useless,
I tapped in vain,
I soon realized,
My Goldy was dead.