Pillow Case

Wherever I was before, it was better there. Coming back, stuffing my consciousness into every corner of this frail body, it was confusing, disorienting, infuriating. Like stuffing a big pillow into a small case, only the case was a body with eyes, ears, limbs, and everything had to line up just so. It was noisy, bright, and... dirty? It felt like a place I did not want to be, and yet it drew me in with a great elastic snap. Gradually, however, it grew familiar, even comfortable, and I settled in. And once settled, reality inverted itself, and now here, not there, was the place I belonged, and this, not that, became the creature most natural for me to be.