It feels like spending your life as a boy gelfling, but then waking up to find wing stumps on your shoulder blades.
...yes, but what does it feel like?
When you're in the bath it feels like being the duck in a turducken... but in microgravity--a spaceman wrapped in a spaceman on a space walk.
... gosh, but what does it feel like?
It's like relaxing on a deck chair on an ocean liner in the tropics with great joy and hope for the next port, but infinite patience for the now... yet, oddly interrupted and harangued as though reality seeps through a portal on deck and snatches at you to drag you back to dull, urgent mundanity.
... err, but what does it feel like?
It feels lonely and communal all at once, like being the most beloved bearded lady in a family of side-show freaks.
... still, but what does it actually feel like?
An enormous practical joke
... heh, but what does it feel like?
Like blowing up an inflatable life raft inside your skin, one puff per day.
... but, what does it feel like?
Like a one-way ticket to the underworld, to be tested and reborn as a different creature.
... seriously? But, what does it feel like?
Puberty with unspeakably serious responsibilities
... but, what does it feel like?
As though I'm a physical poet, manifesting, condensing and magnifying beat fractals.
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