I am determined not to give up.
Cybill Paulsen, that evil twin, has quieted down some. Now it is only the subtle pulse that rests beneath my shoulders and my lower back. My Elephant Legs have returned to normal and now I am growing wings.
I can feel the feathers underneath the skin. I wonder if they will be large wings that will help me fly. Or will I still be earth bound?
I try deep breathing and counting to ease the pain in my shoulders. It doesn’t seem to work. I take a Motrin. It doesn’t work.
I know that if someone were to open my skin they would see a mass of knotted muscle. I wonder what else they would see.
I try rolling my arms to relieve the stress of muscle, try rolling my head and flexing my arms in hopes of dislodging the pulse that breathes when I do, that moves when I do.
It’s as if we’re dancing.