thespiralstair

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Now, don't get me wrong. I love my work, and I always have. I was created for it, and the look is just damn impressive. Even so, it can be something of a headache, from time to time. Like when I have to deal with old coworkers. Like now. So I reflected as I trudged down the pathetic dirt road, the feeble moonlight doing its best to cast an eerie pall over the world but clearly losing the battle against the sun's rays, just peeking over the hills far behind me. As the more perceptive members of the audience may have divined, the job hadn't gone so well. The flight'd been easy enough, and half an hour after my ascent from the balcony I'd ma

Of all the sensations you can find yourself beset by when hopping into a body, I've always found, ecstasy is the most startling. Transition from the spirit body to the physical is never anything short of a shock, of course, but there's something singularly unnerving about finding your newly borrowed form busily expelling fluids into someone else's. Nonetheless, there I was ten minutes later, struggling to get my socks on through blurred vision and a thin coat of sweat, the body that had been beneath me long gone. The shaft of light glaring through the half-open door was finally beginning to force my possession-hazy eyes back into focus. N