The serpent munches on Cheezels, her favourite teatime sin. Her new skin hums a happy tune under the leather jacket it will shortly shed. She looks to heaven and thinks maybe it will give her a shot.
What if it doesn't? Well, there is always today. And today should be enjoyed.
She has learnt not to take things for granted.
Just for now, all is right with the world. Shades of smoke and purple adorn her contemplative eyelids.
I must stop this talking in third person, she thinks. It sounds so godawfully egotistic.
And lock away the Cheezels for now. The steroids they pumped you with in the hospital already made your face a wee bit tubby. If you continue, the gods may punish you for making fun of fat people by making you one of them. A tubby serpent is somewhat of an aberration, considering don't eat my cows whole but rather in medium-rare cuts.
Then again, the favours of gods are random at best. Sometimes you win and sometimes...
Sometimes, you just have to enjoy what you can.
Jai guru deva om.
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