Part One

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Being dead was definitely an adjustment. My entire world was different. Something about lacking a corporeal form meant that all the colours, shapes and figures I’d known now made very little sense. They were just a jumble of indistinguishable things, but somehow I understood exactly what they were. It was more like sensing everything around me rather than actually seeing. I wasn’t blind, things just blended unless I actively sought to distinguish them. Of course, the exception to this was The Dog.

The first thing I saw was The Dog. I had no idea how far away he was, just that he was, and I had to move to get there. This proved somewhat problematic. I had no body and apparently the mechanics of movement had changed. I have no legs, how do I move? I looked at The Dog, and shifted. I was suddenly beside him.

Where have you been?

Don’t get me wrong, being dead didn’t give me the ability to speak dog. It was more I could sense him, his feelings, his thoughts, little cues that I’d missed when I was alive that now seemed glaringly obvious. Everything was simplified. Our eyes met, and there was a rush of sound, and suddenly I was The Dog.

And that’s how I learned that I could share bodies.

Being The Dog was even more confusing than being dead. The world was a series of dull muted colours, strange smells of what had been, what was and what was going to be. I could hear noises, and some part of my brain recognised what they should have been, but when had a lawn mower ever sounded that terrifying? We stood up and stretched, and the door exploded open. Loud. All are loud. I wasn’t sure if it was The Dog’s thought or mine, but whoever’s thought it was, was right.

Strange sets of legs traipsed in and we smashed our face into each one, drinking in the smells. Things I’d never smelled before, feelings and ideas. I could tell who each person was, but more than that I could tell what and how they were feeling. They were grieving, they were broken, and they needed love. So we did the only thing we could; we shoved our nose in their crotch.

 

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