I was getting ready this morning and there was an eyelash hanging from my eye. I picked it up and held it for a moment. What do I wish for? Nothing came to mind, so I dropped it. I must be happy, or at least satisfied.
I woke up this morning and noticed my skinny legs and the hair receding from my hands. I noticed my vaguely unfamiliar face, I instinctively checked my earrings as soon as I woke. The left one was bleeding a little the other night. They’re new and they’re stuck. I tried to unscrew the left one with a set of pliers. No luck. No backsliding.
I woke up and noticed that I’m different and I wondered why. A thought bubble with just a “?” No words, but why are my legs so hairy – It makes no sense. I feel blessed and forgotten at the same time, “here take this.”
I need to pick a surgery soon, to find a regenerative medicine option, to figure out my life. I wish my life came without assembly. It’s like getting an oldschool dollhouse-in-a-box for christmas, what I always wanted, but if I got it I would have been disappointed with my familiarity with glue.