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I feel silly. I feel silly and giddy. I seem to lack control over my limbs; my arms and legs are itching to move, to explode into movement. an image of myself pops casually into my mind: I am suspended in mid-air, legs stretched out near-perpendicular to my body so they are arched into a near-split. I have a manic smile on my face. I genuinely look like I'm enjoying myself, perpetually stuck in this fantastical snapshot.
In reality, I lack the flexibility to do a split, much less in mid-air. My dream remains unattainable, and perhaps the smile on my doppleganger's face is more mocking.
" ha ha." My doppleganger would tell me with her mind. " look at me stretched out all gracefully. my legs are fine and perfectly shaped."
" ha ha." I reply. " at least I can move."
Her legs are taunt like the the strings of a violin.
In reality, I lack the flexibility to do a split, much less in mid-air. My dream remains unattainable, and perhaps the smile on my doppleganger's face is more mocking.
" ha ha." My doppleganger would tell me with her mind. " look at me stretched out all gracefully. my legs are fine and perfectly shaped."
" ha ha." I reply. " at least I can move."
Her legs are taunt like the the strings of a violin.