Blue Sow
2007-05-05 18:07:56 UTC
Consciousness returned to Sigismund like a wave moving through a treacle sea.
The first thing of which he became aware was that everything hurt. Every part
of everything that was him felt heavy and sore. Even the realisation of the
sensation made him wince. He looked around but there was no sea. He recalled
making his way toward the sea, as was his morning custom - he looked up - it was
past midday and the tide had been and gone.
Sigismund moved uncomfortably on the rocks upon which he had awoken and
shuddered as he remembered the dream, if it was a dream, he hoped that it was.
It was not the first time that he had experienced a trans-species dream, but it
was the first time he had found himself being something else which had in turn
become something else. His heart sank has he recalled what appeared to be an
attempt by one of those dream-selves to cross breed with what could not really
have been a mermaid. He cringed as the memory became clearer.
Some distance away, he could see a few familiar faces foraging in rock pools
and he cheered slightly as the sense of alienation began to fade. The regular
rhythmic hum of the power station in the middle distance was reassuring. It had
been there long before his birth and so it was as much part of the landscape as
the cliffs, the rocks, or even the sea itself.
Realising he had not eaten properly, he began his foraging again. He would not
make it back to his home today as too many hours had been lost already. He
would stay and eat what he could find until night fell. The rocks and pools
would provide shelter through the night and he would have the opportunity to
take advantage of the next tide; the full moon in May was always a pleasant time.
The first thing of which he became aware was that everything hurt. Every part
of everything that was him felt heavy and sore. Even the realisation of the
sensation made him wince. He looked around but there was no sea. He recalled
making his way toward the sea, as was his morning custom - he looked up - it was
past midday and the tide had been and gone.
Sigismund moved uncomfortably on the rocks upon which he had awoken and
shuddered as he remembered the dream, if it was a dream, he hoped that it was.
It was not the first time that he had experienced a trans-species dream, but it
was the first time he had found himself being something else which had in turn
become something else. His heart sank has he recalled what appeared to be an
attempt by one of those dream-selves to cross breed with what could not really
have been a mermaid. He cringed as the memory became clearer.
Some distance away, he could see a few familiar faces foraging in rock pools
and he cheered slightly as the sense of alienation began to fade. The regular
rhythmic hum of the power station in the middle distance was reassuring. It had
been there long before his birth and so it was as much part of the landscape as
the cliffs, the rocks, or even the sea itself.
Realising he had not eaten properly, he began his foraging again. He would not
make it back to his home today as too many hours had been lost already. He
would stay and eat what he could find until night fell. The rocks and pools
would provide shelter through the night and he would have the opportunity to
take advantage of the next tide; the full moon in May was always a pleasant time.
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Blue Sow
Blue Sow