The Finer Points Of Becoming Machine (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
I’m warm, snuggled in my quilt, next to Paul and Rosemary, who aren’t awake yet, but will be as soon as they feel me stir next to them. I try to stay very still and enjoy the quiet. I look at the window and it’s frosted over on the outside, but the coming sun has started to melt it and tiny drops of water run and crisscross the frost, erasing it. Everything is calm and beautiful. We’re all asleep in our new pyjamas, a tradition that happens every Christmas Eve so we’ll look nice in the pictures my parents take, pictures that when they get developed three months later, will be critiqued and criticised. Only the best ones will make it into the photo album. I don’t like pictures, and they make me nervous. I never seem to look quite right in pictures, always like a deer in headlights or not smiling right. My thoughts are interrupted by noise. I hear my parents talking. I frown and try to make out what they’re saying. Paul stirs next to me.
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