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I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself…. This quote floated up from the depths of Mistofflees’s mind. Light is a true magician. Light can make you see what you want to see, make your mind convinced that something was there that actually was not. That is what the master magician Edward Steichen had said in his biographies. Books from humans that told their lives, and thoughts, exactly like his journal. This is what his mind told him, yet his weary sunlight green orbs tried to sort through the yellow and white mix of color that swirled up before his fever blinded eyes. Something cooed, it was like the soft purr of a child, or the song of an unsuspecting dove.
He could feel a light touch, a brush of cool against the clammy hot of his skin under the thick shiny ebon fur.
Perhaps the light was real, and the magic true? Mehaps there was indeed a small kitten above him? “But the whole idea of the transformation... mystery, transformation, and manipulations… Light can become flesh if made to appear as flesh…” he muttered hoarsely parting his dry lips and them licking them to try and remove the cottony feeling that seemed to have made it’s home there.

His head rolled over the wall as he shifted it to look straight at the form above him. Squinting he sorted out the dark spots that were eyes, then something, a mouth, and followed to ears, nose… It was a kitten. “s…s..” He stammered. What was the kitten’s name? Yellow, small, toting a blanket? If that bleary thing draped across the floor was a blanket. “Sillabub?”

“If it is truly you… I think the floor is having some difficulties today~” he licked his lips again and closed his eyes weakly letting his head loll to the side once more. “You should be careful, it keeps rocking, you might fall over~~~…” his voice trailed off as he wearily began to submit to the sleepy womb of exhaustion.

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I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself…. This quote floated up from the depths of Mistofflees’s mind. Light is a true magician. Light can make you see what you want to see, make your mind convinced that something was there that actually was not. That is what the master magician Edward Steichen had said in his biographies. Books from humans that told their lives, and thoughts, exactly like his journal. This is what his mind told him, yet his weary sunlight green orbs tried to sort through the yellow and white mix of color that swirled up before his fever blinded eyes. Something cooed, it was like the soft purr of a child, or the song of an unsuspecting dove.
He could feel a light touch, a brush of cool against the clammy hot of his skin under the thick shiny ebon fur.
Perhaps the light was real, and the magic true? Mehaps there was indeed a small kitten above him? “But the whole idea of the transformation... mystery, transformation, and manipulations… Light can become flesh if made to appear as flesh…” he muttered hoarsely parting his dry lips and them licking them to try and remove the cottony feeling that seemed to have made it’s home there.

His head rolled over the wall as he shifted it to look straight at the form above him. Squinting he sorted out the dark spots that were eyes, then something, a mouth, and followed to ears, nose… It was a kitten. “s…s..” He stammered. What was the kitten’s name? Yellow, small, toting a blanket? If that bleary thing draped across the floor was a blanket. “Sillabub?”

“If it is truly you… I think the floor is having some difficulties today~” he licked his lips again and closed his eyes weakly letting his head loll to the side once more. “You should be careful, it keeps rocking, you might fall over~~~…” his voice trailed off as he wearily began to submit to the sleepy womb of exhaustion.