Gestalt

Based on an original of mine called “Awakening,” this one has @MagicalFirefly facing a rather unusual problem, and all because she developed a habit before bedtime.

Carlie woke up from a marvelous dream, but, ever since her little discovery, all her dreams had been marvelous.

It all started shortly after Carlie turned 19.  She discovered, by accident, that she could do magic on herself.  Not some bullcrap little illusion, but real magic.  And it felt so good.

Carlie realized that she could cause that effect, the good feelings, to last a long time if she did magic on herself before going to sleep.  So, she started small.  She cut off her feet, giving each of them a good tickle, before going to sleep.  It’s not like they could go anywhere.

Before long, she started to saw herself in half at her waist.  That feeling was so intense it was like she forgot about the other things, even though she’d still saw off her feet.  Finally, a couple of months ago, she started sawing off her head, being very careful to make sure it stayed on the pillow face up.

But, this morning, there was something wrong.  Or, at least, something different.  Living on her own, she didn’t have to explain her bizarre nighttime routine to anyone, but always thought there’d be a way out of it.

Oh, you’re awake. Give me a moment.

The voice…was it a voice? ...sounded so unfamiliar to her, but her hands picked up her head and she felt her head rejoin to her neck a moment later.  There.  How’s that?

Carlie looked around, not seeing anyone. “Okay, who are you?”

There’s no need to shout. I’m right here, underneath you.

Carlie looked down at her torso.  No, it couldn’t be.  Why not? We spend so much time separated from you we’ve all developed our own personalities.  Only, now, you can feel and hear us.

Wait a minute. We?  Yes, we!  Although I don’t know why you keep separating us and not really using us!

Now be calm.  I’m sure we’ll all be able to get our say.

I mean, sure, I get used a lot in one way, but I’m also a set of hips and of everything in between!

Carlie only heart these last ones as she directed her upper half onto her lower half.  Girl, there’s so much more to feeling good than just cutting yourself up.  You know this!

Let’s take it easy. I’m sure you’re not the only part feeling frustrated.

That’s right!  You keep pressuring us and using us and you don’t even take good care of us!

Those voices came as soon as she was able to attach her feet on.  What was going on here?

Here the girl can cut us off, tickle us, and throw us aside, and she can’t believe we can have feelings of our own?

That’s right!  I mean I have desires and needs!  She rarely fills them at all!

We’re always so pressured though.  It’s like we support her in everything, and she can’t even be bothered to thank us!

Let’s not overwhelm Carlie.  This is all pretty new for her.

Oh, you’ve always supported her, no matter what.  You’re just the heart of the whole operation.

Carlie could understand them all a little better now.  Her feet, her legs, and, apparently, her hips, as well as her torso all had their own voices.  And their own personalities.

How this happened she didn’t know.  She’d have to find her magic mentor for this, but she had no idea where they’d be.

Okay, she needs to get somewhere, but does she even ask?

No!  We’re tired of it!

Carlie had no idea why her feet and her legs were so upset.  Her torso seemed nice.  Why thank you!

You take us for granted!

You barely use me!

Carlie thought of the item in her closet and in her drawer, picturing them clearly, before getting the all clear and standing up.  Her torso was laughing.  You really have to promise all that just to get them to move?

Hey, we heard that!

Somehow, Carlie managed to make it through her day.  Although her lower half didn’t appreciate the tight jeans she wore, her feet thought it was good that she had on looser shoes and not the high heels that she wanted first.

Her torso, though, kept trying to mediate between all her parts and her.  Was she just a head now?  She didn’t know.

That night, as she was trying to get ready for bed, her feet complained.  We know you like being tickled.  We can’t help but notice it, but can you not tickle us tonight?

Carlie sighed as she sawed them off, dipping them in the foot bath as she promised.  She swore she could hear them sigh in relief as she turned it on for them.  As she brought the saw to her waist, she heard her hips and legs remind her that she promised it something as well, and she had to reassure it that she remembered.

She plugged in her instrument before giving it what it wanted and feeling fantastic afterward.

All her torso did was say that it’d be there for her as she sawed her head off.

As she woke up the next morning, she could still feel her parts.  Yes, they were all still their own separate personalities, and her torso helped her get her head back on before she realized something.  Where were her legs?

They all got up and left during the night.  No idea where they went to as they wouldn’t tell me.

Okay, so now what was she supposed to do?