Good Ol' Ooze

When imagined, it seems almost plausible to breathe while simultaneously
drinking water. This is untrue, of course when performed. But, what if
this wasn't just my imagination? I drank the water, and it tasted like
it was full of air. A rather unexpected sensation, I thought to myself.
Upon further scrutiny, I examined the haggard water spout with
hesitation. The cobwebs ebbed against the drain like the ocean has done
so many times before. I don't see anything abnormal at least, as I
knocked on the spout, now oozing that familiar ooze. "Disgusting", I
murmured to myself. The blackness of the ooze, glistened underneath the
faulty one-bedroom lamp. "Weird, I don't even remember replacing that
damned bulb". I grabbed a broken goblet-like cup from the cupboard just
above the water spout. I sank the cup into the sink until the brim was
no longer exposed, wasting to the ooze. "This looks oddly tasty", as my
tongue lathers my lips with saliva. I jerked my arm quickly from the
goo-ridden sink and gulped at once like the various shots before. My
eyes started pulsating. The room had a scent that I could only describe
as, "sticky-sweet". My entire body is ravaged with this familiar feeling
like I've been here before- that I've done this before. Everything
slowly fades from sight until I'm rendered incapable of seeing any major
details. I can hear the sink sputter like there's excess air in the
pipes. It hisses and pouts, as the sound only grows louder. My heart
beats with the rhythm of occasional sputters, with each sputter
performing later and later. Soon, the entire room seems to give way to
the ooze, incapable of retrieving its past memories. I can hear faint
sounds of crashing, and the swaying of clashing ocean waves. I feel
attracted to these sounds. "Maybe this is where I belong, not that
wretched room". The black ocean is all-consuming, as my body yields to
the explosive thuds of teetering waves. As my memories form clouds of
haze and dust, I start growing tired. "I remember now; I am the ooze".
The black ooze that nobody paid any thoughtful attention to. The same
ooze that plagued him all his life. In the end, the ooze outweighed his
worth, and it thickened until the idea of escaping was entirely
concrete. He jumped the cliff and immediately became one with the water,
and the friendship this created would last him until greeted by his
inviting death.