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writing_shadows2011-01-28 10:15 pm
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[Awakening] Not an ordinary Friday
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akonken: "Do a story in which one of your characters has a Freaky Friday. With whoever you'd like." Apologies to Adam and I leave it to your sordid imaginations to work out who if anyone the other characters in the vignette are.)
The strangeness seeps in, bit by bit.
First, the shape of the body under his arm; the curves all wrong, the texture of the skin and the scent and feel of the hair against his face.
Second, the sheets; too smooth, too slick.
Third, the other body, the woman behind him. That isn't right at all.
Very carefully, making certain that he doesn't wake either of his companions, he slithers out from the silk sheets. The sheets are black; most of the decor is black or red. It's pretty trite really.
He walks to the bathroom, his step awkward, the body not the one he is used to.
He looks in the mirror. All the parts are there: The short, dark hair, the neat beard; even the glasses beside the sink. It's just the arrangement that's wrong.
Janos Caligari opens the wrong mouth and roars the name of the face in the mirror: "Wulf! What did you do!"
akonken: "Do a story in which one of your characters has a Freaky Friday. With whoever you'd like." Apologies to Adam and I leave it to your sordid imaginations to work out who if anyone the other characters in the vignette are.)The strangeness seeps in, bit by bit.
First, the shape of the body under his arm; the curves all wrong, the texture of the skin and the scent and feel of the hair against his face.
Second, the sheets; too smooth, too slick.
Third, the other body, the woman behind him. That isn't right at all.
Very carefully, making certain that he doesn't wake either of his companions, he slithers out from the silk sheets. The sheets are black; most of the decor is black or red. It's pretty trite really.
He walks to the bathroom, his step awkward, the body not the one he is used to.
He looks in the mirror. All the parts are there: The short, dark hair, the neat beard; even the glasses beside the sink. It's just the arrangement that's wrong.
Janos Caligari opens the wrong mouth and roars the name of the face in the mirror: "Wulf! What did you do!"