Day 55: Dawn
Light snowfall marked the beginning of the morning, accompanied by a strange sort of quiet. The usual announcements that came at this time were nowhere to be heard. Thus, one might have expected the institute to have its first peaceful morning, uninterrupted by voices overhead
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He scrambled backwards up the bed, as if he could escape from his human body that way.
Human! Human, and his internal sense of time, of how long he had been in the morph, told him nothing. The last thing he remembered was being at the mall with Marco. Then there was only a blank!
His mouth made strange huffing sounds, as if he had been running instead of sleeping. His clumsy human hands trembled.
Perhaps it was not too late. Ax took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on his own, true body. The noises from his mouth stopped. His hands steadied. He strained and stretched his legs, hoping to feel those tiny fingers at the ends of them merging, hardening into his hooves; felt his forehead wrinkling from the effort of trying to will his stalk eyes to grow out of the top of his head.
Nothing.
He was stuck.
"Nothlit," he whispered. It was a word he had known all his life, and yet, it sounded odd, as if it had been stripped of meaning. " ( ... )
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