You just keep looking around and then back at the mirror and the horror keeps washing over you. What!?...HOW?!...!@$@#!@#$%$%^, you keep circling as if your brain is stuck in a loop. <MY BRAIN> as if you just struck gold you realize that you don’t have a brain so how can you be thinking or screaming or even seeing without any organs or eyes. <This is a bad dream, bad, bad dream…> the answer makes so much more sense, <yes this is a dream> you repeat this to yourself and feel yourself calm down.
You don’t take notice that a pair of feet are padding across the tiled floor of the kitchen heading towards you. You finally do take note of the movement out of the corner of you eye. Turning, you don’t know how, to look at it you see smooth feet unblemished with vanes or wrinkles of any sort. Then from way up above you hear a girl’s voice, even at a bizarre decimal that has to be contributed to height and size changing you can recognize her voice. She is talking much like Cellist does when she is on the phone. None of this matters of course because it is all a dream. <Just a dream…> you repeat to yourself but there is a touch of doubt in the back of your absent brain.
The feet circle the table and you follow them. Surprising your vision can fallow them even as they go around where your, no the shoe’s bottom/sole was. If your face was inside the shoe than you shouldn’t be able to see out the other side but you can, <odd but this is a dream…> There is a soft Boom, Thud, Boom, Thud as you assume Courtney’s feet move around the table and come to stand between you and the mirror. They are a lot closer to you know. They look a lot bigger.
Suddenly you hear another set of Booms and Thuds coming and you turn to see some tanner feet that look larger and have small vanes slight wrinkles between the toes coming. These are in big pink flip flops that go SLUP and SLAP then you feel thud more than hear it. Cellist and her fake tan your mind tells you. Your vision keeps shifting between the two sets of feet. You hear some kind of banter above you unseen through the wood of the table.
It goes on for who knows how long and you grow confident that yes this is a dream and no one is going to hurt you because THIS IS A DREAM. “DO YOU KNOW WHERE THAT SPOTTED HEEL IS?” “ON THE STAIRS LAST I SAW, MAYBE BY THE DOOR…”
<Wait, go back, what?> “CAN YOU BELIEVE MOM USED TO WHERE THOSE THINGS, THEY ARE SO UGLY.” “OMG, THE 80s WHERE LIKE A FASHON NIGHTMARE…YOU KNOW SHE STILL DOES WEAR THEM WITH THOSE CAPREE JEANS SHE HAS. LIKES HOW THEY MAKE HER CAVES LOOK.” There was a pause then the same person speaks who you think is Cellist from her stronger deeper voice. “OH YAH WELL THEY’RE LIKE FOUR INCHES SO YAH HER LEGS ARE GOING TO LOOK KILLER BUT COME ON…WHY YOU ASKEN?”
“I FOUND THIS ONE ON MY WAY DOWN AND, WOOPS…” a clatter falls perilously close to your face and you try to squeeze your eyes shut on reflex to protect yourself…your eyes are wide open to see a deadly point close enough to your face to poke out your eye, if you had an eye. “HEY HERE IS THE OTHER ONE!” You don’t even process that before, <WAAA> you feel something grab you by it feels like your, well you could say growing but it is too strong and not painful enough and you don’t feel like it is between your legs. The world is a blur and you are in the light. A second is all it takes for you to see the world around you again. Courtney is right behind you or more exactly a long arm that looks like the size of a sidewalk going up to a giant Courtney is now behind you. You look up and down and see she is still in her big T-shirt that serves as a nightshirt. Her hair is tussled and she is shaking another identical leopard print heel by its strap dangling it between her fingers. You are then lowered and you rest against her massive thigh. Your face is slanted down which means…<she has me by the heel?> you figure. Your vision circles to look straight up the back and you see up at Courtney just holding you and talking to Cellist who is still out of view from the table…
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