jmucchiello
Hero
Things moved all around Jennifer. She wasn't able to focus on them. Thoughts existed but did not travel where they were supposed to go. She saw the others placed in beds but it didn't mean anything to her. She was picked up and moved, rigid the whole time. She was tipped over and placed onto something. Eventually thoughts flowed a bit and she realized she could not move.
"Children," an intruding voice says. "This is Mom. Time to wake up."
Mom? Mom's dead. That's not Mom. Where's Dad? Where's Em?
"Please eat. You need to replenish nutrients."
Eat? I'm not hungry. I'm supposed to move. A few moments passed as the others awoke. She heard them awaken but she was staring at the ceiling. She guessed she was in a bed. She needed to move. At first nothing happened. Then there was, to her, a loud crack. (Others probably did not hear it unless they were standing next to her.) And another. She felt spidery lines crawling under her skin. Then she could move and arm. Then the other. The cracks became quieter but more frequent as her joints regained their freedom of motion. Her solid crystal form not looked smooth at the surface but had millions of shatter lines inside. As she regained mobility, her body settled on the bed. The soft sheets and blankets registered felt foreign against her crystal body.
She held her hand in front of her and turned it this way and that, marveling at how it caught the light, but also wondering why it felt sluggish. She sat up on the bed. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She did not panic. Crystal does not usually speak.
She looked at her companions and took in their changes.
"Children," an intruding voice says. "This is Mom. Time to wake up."
Mom? Mom's dead. That's not Mom. Where's Dad? Where's Em?
"Please eat. You need to replenish nutrients."
Eat? I'm not hungry. I'm supposed to move. A few moments passed as the others awoke. She heard them awaken but she was staring at the ceiling. She guessed she was in a bed. She needed to move. At first nothing happened. Then there was, to her, a loud crack. (Others probably did not hear it unless they were standing next to her.) And another. She felt spidery lines crawling under her skin. Then she could move and arm. Then the other. The cracks became quieter but more frequent as her joints regained their freedom of motion. Her solid crystal form not looked smooth at the surface but had millions of shatter lines inside. As she regained mobility, her body settled on the bed. The soft sheets and blankets registered felt foreign against her crystal body.
She held her hand in front of her and turned it this way and that, marveling at how it caught the light, but also wondering why it felt sluggish. She sat up on the bed. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She did not panic. Crystal does not usually speak.
She looked at her companions and took in their changes.
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