Disarmament

[rinue]

A little past two in the morning, I became convinced that someone had stolen my arms and replaced them with somebody else's. I could tell because the elbows were loose-thready and the shoulders seemed to be in great danger of popping off. Perhaps I should not have been concerned as they were clearly not mine, but they remained the only arms I had available and I dreaded the possibility of their falling apart. I tossed and turned for hours, putting on tight-sleeved shirts, swadding myself in blankets, lying on top of the arms and gripping them like straight jackets. It's a horrible sickening feeling to have pointed evidence that you do not fit, when your hands feel alien and your arms don't seem to obey you. Eventually, Patrick had to pin me down and force me to stop moving, sharing responsibility for control of the intruder arms. After four hours of sleep, I seem to have my own arms back, but I believe they are now a different age from the rest of my body, as though they have lived a life of hard experience without me.

Comments

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

My teeth often fall out in the middle of the night to be replaced by a complete stranger's. Sometimes at work I have to restrain from telling people how good I feel this morning considering that my teeth fell out one by one during the night and had to be replaced with fakes. Incidentally, my back tooth once fell out down a coal mine.

[tommx.livejournal.com]

actually, i lent you my arms for a few days figuring they might be useful for you to be able to reach those items that are high up. however, i omitted to leave you a note. also, i was in a hurry so i probably didn't attach them properly, hence the looseness.

[valancy.livejournal.com]

You're really on fire lately.

Vacation over. Feeling sick. Worried sick Cath didn't make the airplane. Don't know, waiting for confirmation in ... 4 or so hours.

Ugh. Dreadful nervous. Longing for tomato-basil soup.

So alone in this apartment, and sometimes scared. Horrid.

Read Good Omens. Struck me as something you and might have have written together, particularly the conversations between the angel and devil.