life from a {new} perspective :: kolt genderswap
Jan 6, 2013 2:36:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 2:36:46 GMT -5
i feel the salty waves come in, i feel them crash against my skin
and i smile as i respire because i know they'll never win
there's a haze above my tv that changes everything i see
and maybe if i continue watching
i'll lose the traits that worry meThe sunlight streaming through the curtains pulls me into consciousness much sooner than I would have liked, prompting a sleepy groan and a futile effort to hide from the morning in the depths of my pillow. I haven't had a full night's sleep in Ripred-knows-how-long, constantly pulled out of bed by war councils and nighttime raids and all the other burdensome requirements of leading a ragtag army to something other than total slaughter. I lay there with my face buried in the soft cotton of my pillowcase for another few minutes, desperately wishing for sleep to visit me again, but once I'm awake it's nigh unto impossible to slip back into unconsciousness. Blinking blearily in the milky light permeating the room, I give up my few minutes of comfort and roll out of bed, hissing out a string of curses when my feet make contact with the icy floor. Colt is nothing but a wisp of dark hair poking out above a blanket-burrito, but I'm not even conscious enough to feel the cold leeching over my bare skin as I shuffle into the bathroom.
I do manage to fall asleep standing in the shower, the warm water coupled with the low light of a single candle on the sink lulling me back beneath the curtain of unconsciousness until I sway on my feet and smack my head painfully against the wall. I won't be coherent until I've ingested a large amount of caffeine, but it's nice here in the dark under the stream of warmth (thank all the gods for Bean and his tech-savvy tricks that allowed us to leech off the water main under the back yard and actually have sinks and showers that work again), and so I stay like that for a few minutes more before the hot water runs out and I quickly turn the taps to avoid a very chilly wake-up call.
The steam in the air managed to snuff the candle out while I was standing there with my eyes closed, so it's a grand affair for me to make it out of the shower, groping blindly for my towel before feeling my way to the door handle. A cloud of moisture billows into the hallway as the door swings open, the cold from outside fogging up the mirror but still letting in a bit of the ambient light from the windows at the end of the hall. Still far more tired than anyone should ever be, I fumble around for my razor before reaching up to wipe the condensation from the mirror's surface.
I scream. Loudly. Loudly, and horrifyingly high-pitched.
I've always been one for lucid dreaming, but I have to wonder what the hell happened that would make my subconscious whip this up. Staring back at me from the mirror with a horror stricken face is a very damp, surprised, and, erm... well-endowed girl. She looks a bit like Kiera in the amber of her eyes and the high cast of her cheekbones, but her hair is more of a honey-brown than Ki's chocolate, the curl of it not like that of my cousins, the strong line of her jaw completely wrong for that side of the family. I blink a few more times, wiping furiously at the not-reflection, but it only makes her stare back at me all the clearer, brow furrowing in an eerily familiar expression of irritation.
"Jesus. All right, Kae, no more pizza of a questionable age before bed," I say, shaking my head, and mirror-girl shakes hers as well. I shudder at the lulling soprano of my own hallucinated voice, and so does my not-reflection. Screwing my eyes shut, I pinch my arm, hard, telling myself that when they open again I will be nestled in a warm bed next to my boyfriend with my manhood intact. When I open my eyes, I'm still staring in my bathroom mirror at a shivering, naked, female version of myself, a bruise rapidly blooming on my arm.
I scream. Again.
"COLT. WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM."stop there and let me correct it
i want to live my life from a new perspective
you come along because i love your face
and i'll admire your expensive taste
who cares, divine intervention