The twin is active again.

The muscles in my legs have been moving and shifting. He seems to be taking up more space, conquering the inside of my body with a brute force.

I can feel my legs spasming and shaking and I wonder if I should have worn my new shoes to work. While they are comfortable, my feet always take a long time to adapt to new shoes as if they have to get to know them.

The twin punches me in the shoulders, a fierce pain flowing along my shoulders and my upper back. I count again, trying to picture something pleasant, something enjoyable, that is not related to the pain that flashes like lights under my skin.

1-2-3-4….

The pain there fades only to flow down to my lower back. I wonder if pain can travel through the bloodstream, flowing through my veins so that it can cause discomfort where it chooses.

This is a ridiculous notion, of course; it’s my muscles that spasm, that ache. But I find the image of pain having no shape, no body, slightly thrilling.

What if I could bleed pain out of my body and bottle it, closing the bottles away into a dark cupboard, never to be seen again?

What if wishes could come true?