Chapter #4Possess your mother. by: Unknown As you clamber over the arm of the couch, your mother shifts her weight, and you freeze to the spot. Her breathing continues to be steady, however, and you quickly worm your way over to the side of her face. You are ready the moment her mouth opens, quickly jamming yourself inside and downward. There is an odd sound, something between a gasp and a scream, but it is choked off before it really has a chance to begin. And then everything is dark.
In a panic, you wonder briefly if the attempt to enter her has failed. Are you stuck in her throat? Have you suffocated your own mother? Before you can truly entertain that or worse thoughts, you are suddenly running. Empty room after empty room passes by you as you search desperately for David. The thought occurs to you that since you are David, you have no need to be searching for yourself. You try to call out his name, but your throat muscles seem to be paralyzed. You can muster up only a wheezing gasp.
As your eyes finally open and you gaze at the living room ceiling, you realize what must be happening. Your mother is having a very disquieting dream brought on by your failure to come home and apparently exascerbated by your sudden entry through her mouth and throat. You find yourself wishing that you could comfort her, and suddenly you feel your dream-self enfolded in the loving embrace of your husband. He is saying something that isn't really words, but it is comforting nonetheless.
With only a thought you have quieted your mother's trembling mind, at least for the moment. You find yourself wondering what else you can do, and even as you think it you feel yourself falling. You plunge deeply into her mind. The dream continues to play on its surface, but the depths are full of thoughts, emotions, and memories strung out like dewdrops on a web or constellations of stars. As they come more sharply into view, your sense of the outside world fades away. You reach out to touch them, and they begin to fall inward toward you. Soon, you are absorbing larger and larger pieces of her. You briefly wonder if you should be rummaging through a mind that doesn't belong to you, but the feeling of becoming one with another person is intoxicating. You doubt that you could stop yourself if you tried.
The night passes in this way, with only a little of your concentration spared to the task of coming up with a plan. You had determined to take a member of your family in order to tell them that you are alive and... not well, exactly, but at least in no danger of dying. You figured that your father was the least likely to freak out at your story and that he would be most likely to listen to your mother. But you have had no success coming up with a way to break the news that won't make it seem like your mother's grasp on reality has shattered. Yes, it may be best to avoid revealing yourself right away. But what should you do?
As dawn approaches, you begin to feel that you could probably impersonate your mother well enough to fool even John. You mentally half-smile, half-grimace at the ease with which you now think of your father by his given name. If you simply wait in her, some other way of contacting your family may come to you. Alternatively, you have begun to toy again with the question of whether Mark Taylor would know anything useful about your condition. If he does, and if you could absorb his mind... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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