first draft

[kayeaton]

All right, I give up. Did I die in my sleep? They always told me about clouds and white angel wings when I was a girl, though nothing says they had to be right about that--it's not like any of them had died before. This place has the white gowns, at least, so that's a point in favor of the theory.

But maybe it isn't Heaven--let's see, what're the other options? The future? I always imagined more city and less wildlife, and I wouldn't've figured on wings as the next big fad, but this isn't bad looking, for a future. Another planet entirely? Doesn't really explain the wings. An alternate dimension? Could explain the wings, if there're alternate dimensions out there where everyone has wings. Hell, maybe it's the past, though I think they skipped the Time of the Bird People back in history class.

Maybe I've just fallen into Wonderland.

Comments

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you. Yours is, too.

...Is it really that unique? Tell me, haven't you ever wanted to go somewhere completely new, just for the sake of seeing it?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And I would say it's unique. Having a holiday is all well and good, but a permanent one? Without your permission? And no way to get back?

Well, some are a bit cross about that sort of thing.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly keen about the permanent thing, but it could be worse. And there could be a way back, even if no one's found it yet.

Anyway, there's enough here to keep me busy for a while, it sounds like.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Oh, there is, I suppose. Not at your choosing though. Again. Oddly enough.

You seem the sort who shall fit in quite nicely though. Much in tune with the other residents and all that.