Post by Panthera on Dec 5, 2006 23:20:52 GMT -4
The steam from the shower had already fogged up the small mirror above the pedestal sink in Samantha’s apartment bathroom. It curtained the air in a spiral mist as she lathered herself up in hopes to calm her nerves. The days prior had been a puzzle as bouts of nausea, headaches, and dizzy spells sprang out of nowhere hitting her without any notification of their presence.
Since coming to the states only a couple of weeks ago, Sam had found a small inexpensive apartment in a rundown part of town. Her abilities to blend in with the American public were failing miserably. Having grown up in a village with lavish lakes and forestry as her daily scenery, the blatant smell of rotting food and stale air didn’t come as welcoming as she had expected it to. And even though she studied American culture back home, it was nothing compared to walking in the real atmosphere of harsh looks, and speeding cars.
For most of her stay, she sheltered herself inside with only a small table and couch she purchased quickly at a flea market for comfort in her very bare living room. A bed from that same store adorned her bedroom along with an old Victorian dresser for her clothes given to her as a gift before she left. Frequent trips to the grocery store seemed quite a task. She never really had to cook anything from a box, or frozen, or in a bag. But, she marched forward, learning as she bought and tried different things. Sam never knew how easily it was to burn macaroni and cheese, but she accomplished it with flying colors. TV dinners became a necessity until she could handle the cooking aspect in an advanced technological world.
However, in the past few days a new dilemma sprang into her life. She considered it to be the change in atmosphere and the foul stench from the factories and cars exhaust fumes outside. The dizzy spells happened only a couple of times, thankfully in her apartment and not out in public. She wouldn’t dare go to a doctor or hospital because of her mutant gene and the constant reminder that she was brought here for her own safety. The concern became a tingling fret when she missed her cycle. She blamed her diet and other symptoms as the cause of her current status, but knew she had to be absolutely sure.
In her mind she was sure, how could she be? There couldn’t be any possibly way. So, after making the awful trip to the drugstore, she brought home the package and read the instructions. By the time she was done with her shower, the answers would be right in front of her, was she sick or was she……
Her thoughts came back to her as the shower was shut off and she wrapped a towel around her head. After drying the remainder of her toned silky skin, she wrapped another one around her like a cheap strapless dress. Carefully she stepped out of the shower feeling a bit better and breathed in a sigh of relief.
“See Sam, that’s all you needed was a nice hot…..” she told herself before she stared down at the sink. It was a good thing it was stationed securely to the floor or it would have tumbled over with her as her weight suddenly grasped at the sides to hold her up.
“It can’t be.”
Since coming to the states only a couple of weeks ago, Sam had found a small inexpensive apartment in a rundown part of town. Her abilities to blend in with the American public were failing miserably. Having grown up in a village with lavish lakes and forestry as her daily scenery, the blatant smell of rotting food and stale air didn’t come as welcoming as she had expected it to. And even though she studied American culture back home, it was nothing compared to walking in the real atmosphere of harsh looks, and speeding cars.
For most of her stay, she sheltered herself inside with only a small table and couch she purchased quickly at a flea market for comfort in her very bare living room. A bed from that same store adorned her bedroom along with an old Victorian dresser for her clothes given to her as a gift before she left. Frequent trips to the grocery store seemed quite a task. She never really had to cook anything from a box, or frozen, or in a bag. But, she marched forward, learning as she bought and tried different things. Sam never knew how easily it was to burn macaroni and cheese, but she accomplished it with flying colors. TV dinners became a necessity until she could handle the cooking aspect in an advanced technological world.
However, in the past few days a new dilemma sprang into her life. She considered it to be the change in atmosphere and the foul stench from the factories and cars exhaust fumes outside. The dizzy spells happened only a couple of times, thankfully in her apartment and not out in public. She wouldn’t dare go to a doctor or hospital because of her mutant gene and the constant reminder that she was brought here for her own safety. The concern became a tingling fret when she missed her cycle. She blamed her diet and other symptoms as the cause of her current status, but knew she had to be absolutely sure.
In her mind she was sure, how could she be? There couldn’t be any possibly way. So, after making the awful trip to the drugstore, she brought home the package and read the instructions. By the time she was done with her shower, the answers would be right in front of her, was she sick or was she……
Her thoughts came back to her as the shower was shut off and she wrapped a towel around her head. After drying the remainder of her toned silky skin, she wrapped another one around her like a cheap strapless dress. Carefully she stepped out of the shower feeling a bit better and breathed in a sigh of relief.
“See Sam, that’s all you needed was a nice hot…..” she told herself before she stared down at the sink. It was a good thing it was stationed securely to the floor or it would have tumbled over with her as her weight suddenly grasped at the sides to hold her up.
“It can’t be.”