Excerpt of Fish out of Water
Again,
Brendan is patting my back and raising my arm. “Wow, is this your
first time eating a meal ever?”
“Brendan,”
the manservant warns.
I
put the utensil down. I’ve lost all appetite I had, with all the
changes ahead of me just to provide nutrients to my strange, new
body. I don’t have any energy left in me to do anything else.
Lifting
my eyes to meet the manservant’s, I hope he understands that I’m
saying I appreciate his hospitality, but must now retire.
Then
I push my chair back and hurry up to the room that was assigned to
me.
Approaching
the bed, I wonder what it will be like not having to secure myself to
sleep without worrying about the water carrying me from my bed.
Probably
not as comfortable as home.
Comments
Post a Comment