[center] Window to the Body [/center] Window shopping takes on a new meaning when buying a window, eh? A real beauty I’ll be buying. Antique, yet clear and shiny still. Floral frame with brass holding the reflection up, old, treated wood serving as a back with hooks to bear the weight, and even a couple small opals in each of the corners. Pretty as can be. “That’ll be $130, please.” “Huh… I expected a lot higher.” “My guess is…” Welp. I guess I’ll lean in. Poor German Shephard seems really eager just to gossip. May as well humor him. “Yeah?” “Got this as donation. Usually, it’s just coded language.” “For?” “Someone died.” “…Ah…I see.” “Some old cow lady, I take it. Nothing gruesome. Just passed away in her sleep all quiet like.” “Good to know…” Never dropped over a hundred dollars just to shut someone up, but fuck did I want to get out fast. No receipt needed, no thank you. Thank whatever is out there for making me a lion. This mane has saved me from so many interactions by blocking my peripheral vision. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Room 619… Room 620… Room 621! Question I’ve been putting off: Where to put the mirror? Bathroom? Eh. Don’t want to renovate. Kitchen? Where? Living room? Hmmmmm… Seems a bit too old-fashioned for casual stuff. Bedroom it is then. Shelf, wall, board, nails… done! Hammered into the wall and since it’s the weekend, time for me to get hammered too! Just got to get the wrapping off the mirror aaaaaaand… voila! Huh… Did the opals in the corner seem duller than usual? Ugh… Guess I deserve it for not checking the thing over before taking it. Mane’s all good, at least. Just got to dust the thing off and… [b]Zhhhkk![/b] “OW!” Static!? That was fast buildup… Got shivers down my spine too... Welp. Nothing to do about it. Now to grab my keys, phone, and… oh? Guess I was still holding onto my wallet in my paw. Oh well. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damn the club music is loud tonight! Fuck me my ears are gonna hurt tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck! What do I want to drink tonight though? Hmmmmm… How about some whiskey? “One margarita, my good man!” “Coming right up, Leo!” Wait… margarita? Huh? Oh well… Those are tasty too… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dammit why was I so stiff tonight!? Feels like my body is so stiff and distant all the time. Do margaritas really hit that hard? May well hit the hay tonight. “Now to wash up, and finally catch some tele.” I’ve heard of brain and body disconnect before, but damn my words and my thoughts aren’t aligning in the slightest. Sure… Television is good to sleep to, right? Changing my clothes is thankfully quick, but something about my junk feels… different. Don’t understand. Guess I need to wash them some more? Either way, it’ll be fine. Probably just sick after being in public some. Time to put on pajamas and chill~ “Oooooooh~ A jockstrap? Well don’t mind if I do!” Hold on a minute! That’s more than a little disconnect! Even if my package and rear feel good in it… How even? Maybe check… the… mirror… Wait… In the mirror… Did I see a cow?