My other self rises an eyebrow and looks at me and I can feel I have the same expression on my face. It's quite strange to see yourself like this, it's like looking in a mirror while everything else is different. I never knew I actually looked like that.
“What realms?”
Malicia is done with her bottle and I place it on the table. She is so tiny. I took a sip of my mug and the tea has gone quite a bit colder, it's still good though.
“The doors to places where other creatures roam the earth,” Teresa said.
“She'll need to be changed,” I said.
It's not that I want to interrupt the conversation but realms, other creatures, if it didn't go crazy seeing other versions of me, this might actually do it.
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I love the image of a living mirror. I wonder if it'd be possible to become friends with one of these other selves. Or would seeing you as others see you be such too humbling an experience.
ReplyDeleteI liked that last line. i don't blame her, i'd be the same.
ReplyDeleteI like the touch of normality, with the baby needing to be changed, in the midst of al lthis talk of realms and other versions of a person! Great snippet...
ReplyDeleteIntrigued about the baby needing to be changed. Enjoyed the snippet.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely a lot to try to accept.
ReplyDeleteI love this weird and wonderful realm and look forward to learning about the other creatures.
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