08-16-2021, 09:26 PM
With the warmth of her Pets fuzzed up on her lap, Mara slipped into the sort of slumber that saw her sitting up. If not for the bend of the neck and slip of saliva, she may not look like a suicide survivor. Simply a sleepy, sad sop.
She’d not heard the door, nor the whistle of wheels: only a voice picked into her mind like a block of ice jabbed by the stake. She jerked slightly, a sudden tension that seized up her whole body and dissipated as soon as comprehension settled. Why she couldn’t sleep so soundly in her bed, supine and safe, she couldn’t say.
“Hello, doctor,” she spoke, accent heavy as her lids. Her memory was fuzzy as the – oh, no, nevermind, her pets must have fled prior to the doctor’s arrival. Mara folded her hands in her empty lap and stared blankly. She didn’t remember the doctor’s name.
“My name is Mara,” she said softly.
She’d not heard the door, nor the whistle of wheels: only a voice picked into her mind like a block of ice jabbed by the stake. She jerked slightly, a sudden tension that seized up her whole body and dissipated as soon as comprehension settled. Why she couldn’t sleep so soundly in her bed, supine and safe, she couldn’t say.
“Hello, doctor,” she spoke, accent heavy as her lids. Her memory was fuzzy as the – oh, no, nevermind, her pets must have fled prior to the doctor’s arrival. Mara folded her hands in her empty lap and stared blankly. She didn’t remember the doctor’s name.
“My name is Mara,” she said softly.
"Come, mistress"