Post by Cheshire on Sept 14, 2015 14:40:06 GMT -5
She was cold.
No, she was hot.
Did she feel anything?
Maybe a particular sort of numbness.
It was quiet in her thoughts, as dulled as the rest of her senses. She willed herself to think more. To think deeper.
So much had happened.
What had happened?
Obsession. Erasmus.
What did he do to her?
He didn't do anything.
What did she do?
She couldn't move.
She was cold.
She was hot.
Her breath left in ragged pants, unable to process the damage that had been done her body or mind during these past few days. She had not left her room. Perhaps he remained at her side, but she could not tell. She did not know. No one came to visit, or maybe she just never noticed them. She was tired. She ached. She was lost, and confused, and her own thoughts made no sense to her. Cats on clouds. Clouds on cats. Cats that were clouds and clouds that were actually, upon closer inspection, cats as well. Where was she?
She was in her room.
Where was he?
Where was anyone?
Her mouth was dry.
Was it?
No, it was wet with water that dripped down her chin.
What had happened?
Nothing had happened.
What didn't she know?
She couldn't remember.
It was vague.
She was cold.
She was hot.
She was drifting off to sleep.
---
When she awoke it was white, a stark contrast to the colors she had strewn across her bedding space. She was alone, she thought, and sitting in a chair. A table was in front of her and she raised a hand to place on it, pressing against the steel. It was not a hand that moved and laid across the tabletop, but a paw; a small, black, furry paw, claws sheathed and pink pads squishing down on metal.
She opened her mouth to speak, and the sound came out a mewl, though her tenor had not been lost in this form.
Where was she?
She didn't know, but she was at peace with that understanding of not understanding. She did not feel threatened, though her turmoil continued to trudge and turn in the pit of her chest. She glanced down, catching sight of a small, black muzzle before her furry stomach filled her view. It, at least, had a spot of white along it. Her inner thoughts were not so boring as to leave her mono-colored.
Where was she?
Her ears twitched, ears she had long remembered and long forgotten. It felt nice to move them again, even more-so as a tail joined their swaying and her back gave an arch.
The chair was small to accommodate her, and the table smaller still. What pleasant hosts hers must be, she noted. They had it all set up perfectly for her.
Did she appreciate that?
Wasn't she the Queen?
But... the Queen of what?
Was she really the Queen of anything, even here?
She no longer knew. She was losing herself to a gnawing, terrifying despair. Her resolve had grown and then faded.
Where was she?
She was lost.
A kitten, all alone.
'Hello?'
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