Topic: What are you like in the morning?
A blur of color. Pink, blue, white, orange, green, purple, red, yellow, chartreuse, magenta, mauve, violet, rose, plum, tangerine, ivory, sky, cyan, gold, silver… and a number of as yet unnamed shades coalesce into a shape, a feminine figure with pale skin. A being that carries with it the faint smell of sweat and sour wine. Half dead but not quite yet wilted flowers. Leather, and a faint lingering scent of last night’s heated session with her beloved.
Delirium stretches and rolls over onto her side, brushing a hand fondly over Patch’s hair before climbing out of bed. She doesn’t actually need sleep, neither does he. They just enjoy it. Especially lately.
Tiny little mushrooms and tadpoles spring up out of the ground as she walks through the mansion. Fireflies and bumblebees flutter around her head as she passes through the garden. A large dog with a waggity-waggity tail follows along as she heads for the new pond.
Brand new, it came into existence about seventeen seconds after her mismatched eyes opened to the new daylight, light that also hadn’t needed to exist a minute before. The water is clear, although it seems to be more of a faded emerald shade than the standard blue, and the fish beneath the surface defy any classification.
A tree branch bends low to receive her clothing. A bar of soap happens to be laying on a nearby rock. The water deepens as she decides it needs to be a diving sort of pool, and she swims several laps back and forth. Down among the mud and muck at the new bottom a creature opens its eyes, tentacles reaching out to investigate the new arrival.
The dog barks, Delirium laughs. “SiLLy BarnABus iTS oNly a PonD sQuiDdY!” she dives down to kiss the squid’s snapping beak and carefully untangles herself from its clingy tentacles. As she moves toward the surface a family of piranha come into existence, but quickly disappear as unnecessary.
A dolphin jumps up out of the water, splashing the dog. A cow with flippers looks rather confused.
In the mornings? Delirium is rather random, it takes a bit of time to get the hang of being more cohesive like she is later in the day. Well, as close to cohesive as a being that embodies madness and chaos and such might be said to become capable of.
[Delirum, Neil Gaiman, Vertigo Comics, 396 words]
Delirium stretches and rolls over onto her side, brushing a hand fondly over Patch’s hair before climbing out of bed. She doesn’t actually need sleep, neither does he. They just enjoy it. Especially lately.
Tiny little mushrooms and tadpoles spring up out of the ground as she walks through the mansion. Fireflies and bumblebees flutter around her head as she passes through the garden. A large dog with a waggity-waggity tail follows along as she heads for the new pond.
Brand new, it came into existence about seventeen seconds after her mismatched eyes opened to the new daylight, light that also hadn’t needed to exist a minute before. The water is clear, although it seems to be more of a faded emerald shade than the standard blue, and the fish beneath the surface defy any classification.
A tree branch bends low to receive her clothing. A bar of soap happens to be laying on a nearby rock. The water deepens as she decides it needs to be a diving sort of pool, and she swims several laps back and forth. Down among the mud and muck at the new bottom a creature opens its eyes, tentacles reaching out to investigate the new arrival.
The dog barks, Delirium laughs. “SiLLy BarnABus iTS oNly a PonD sQuiDdY!” she dives down to kiss the squid’s snapping beak and carefully untangles herself from its clingy tentacles. As she moves toward the surface a family of piranha come into existence, but quickly disappear as unnecessary.
A dolphin jumps up out of the water, splashing the dog. A cow with flippers looks rather confused.
In the mornings? Delirium is rather random, it takes a bit of time to get the hang of being more cohesive like she is later in the day. Well, as close to cohesive as a being that embodies madness and chaos and such might be said to become capable of.
[Delirum, Neil Gaiman, Vertigo Comics, 396 words]