Mechanical Joy

I had been a Centaur, or a Centauress really, for a week now. The first night was strange Then, there was a few more, uncomfortable nights. Now, it is no problem. Not any more.

For a while, I had feared the problem would not be overcome. Then, for a while, I thought, I could sleep, like I had before? Leaving the taut by the bedside. Only I never quite got to it. Never wanted to abandon a part of me.

The new me. Deciding to stick to it, did make it easier, I soon realised. Maybe it had been the decision? Yet, now I'm here. I had made it, I had managed to adapt.

Now a girl is here, asking for me.