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And so the membrane broke and she discovered that she was naked. "At least I'm not covered in
goo like a new born." She did not feel very new anyway. Just... soft. She
let go of her legs and only then realised that she had been clutching them tightly to her chest. "Am I still falling?" She was not sure. The only reason she had known she was falling before was because of the bubbles, and a sense of being... not still. "Lovely. 'Not still'. I think I am going mad." She had been called mad plenty of times before (by them, of course), but she had never truly felt mad until - well, until now. "If this is what being mad feels like then I quite like it." |
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© 1999 Jennie Alibasic *NOTE! These images are totally and completely ©Schatz/Omstein 1998. They do not appear in original quality (I have worked on them using a computer progam), and hence are not to be seen as fully representative of the original images. Should there be any objections made of my use of these images, please let me know and I will take them off display. Thank you. |