Cocooned within her woolen overcoat, Ashlie sensed an impending transformation. She’d felt her term was coming to fruition, having done everything right inside her shell during the several days leading up to this moment. Long ago at morning’s first light, she’d sewn herself into a mesh weave, each day thereafter building upon it little by little. Her head broke through the top, followed by her hands and feet which extended outward from the bottom. She’d almost made it, unsure of how she’d look when the coat shred away from her skin. Would there be something of beauty from large outstretched wings, natured with eyes ten times the size of her own? The discomfort in her stiff stillness overwhelmed any vision for a new tomorrow. She knew that if she’d not get out while she still could than she’d likely become stuck there to wither, perhaps even implode. Wrapped tightly into the protective mass she’d constructed around herself, Ashlie pondered all the hours she’d spent inside with herself, now unable to except she’d be able to become anyone other than who that person was.
Ellery, Pre-Fall 14
