Bitch Farm
Out From Down Under:
I lift my hand. The right one, I think. Lifting it, moving it, looking at it. It's still there. Strange. What happened. I still have a blurry vision? Recalling the mask, placing it on my face. Then, I simply had passed out.
Not what I use to do. Moving my hand, closer to my face. The hand is gaining substance, clearing up, slowly. Only that's the surprise. Not the hand. What my fingers find. Way earlier, then I had expected. My nose isn't there. It's what' in its place. The muzzle. Is that a hounds muzzle? It's slightly wet. Makes sense. At least in the state I'm in now.
Only it is clearly mine. I never had a muzzle. Then I almost black out, once more. In chock, this time. My hand slowly following the smooth hide. That certainly is the muzzle of a hound. My hair still where I recall it should be. Nothing had changed there?
Only my ears are gone? I soon find them, on the top of my head. That's clearly the face of a hound. Just can't place which breed. Not in this haze.
Maybe later.
Not what I use to do. Moving my hand, closer to my face. The hand is gaining substance, clearing up, slowly. Only that's the surprise. Not the hand. What my fingers find. Way earlier, then I had expected. My nose isn't there. It's what' in its place. The muzzle. Is that a hounds muzzle? It's slightly wet. Makes sense. At least in the state I'm in now.
Only it is clearly mine. I never had a muzzle. Then I almost black out, once more. In chock, this time. My hand slowly following the smooth hide. That certainly is the muzzle of a hound. My hair still where I recall it should be. Nothing had changed there?
Only my ears are gone? I soon find them, on the top of my head. That's clearly the face of a hound. Just can't place which breed. Not in this haze.
Maybe later.