The Adventures of Bridget in Cocklandia
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Ahhh.... Bridget thought, peace and quiet. A lovely way to spend the afternoon: naked and spread open in a gyno’s chair, all lubed up and no place to go. She made a vain attempt to cover herself and get a little warmth by grabbing the smock that had briefly covered almost none of her when she was brought into the room.
She lay there for a while, glad that Dr. creepy and nurses Cat and Fight were no longer screaming at each other, at least not in her presence. But, time dragged on and she began to wonder if he had forgotten about her. She did eventually have to go back to work, she couldn’t just lay there naked all day.
Then she thought that she heard a sound. She lifted her head up, steeling herself for the caterwaul again. But the door was firmly closed. She lay back down, thinking that is was her imagination.
Suddenly she heard it again, but more clearly: a scrunching sound, like someone wading up paper. “What the hell?” she thought, looking around the room. She could see nothing unusual.
When she heard it again, but louder, and directly underneath her, she really became curious. She hopped out of the stirrups onto the floor and looked down. She bent over to look around the bottom of the table. Nothing. Just the usual medical cleanliness.
“Ok, Bridge, you’re losing it.” she told herself.
Just then, she heard a creak and a loud bang behind her. She swung around, thinking that Dr. Creepy had finally gone too far. But no one was there. The room was exactly was as it should be. As she looked around, a flash caught the corner of her eye. She turned to look in the direction from where it came. And gasped loudly. For there on the floor was a tiny man, dressed all in blue, with a little blue hat. He winked at her and dove through the tiny door at the bottom of the wall. She blinked and all was gone.
“OK, Bridge, you gotta lay off the Diet Coke. Or the burritos. Or the margaritas. Something!” she told herself. She walked over to where the little man had been and knelt down to get a better look. There was nothing there.
Then, there was a flash again. It came from behind the wall: maybe a crack?
She reached out to touch the wall, to see if there really was a crack there. And her world turned upside down.
There was a great whoosh, then everything went black. After a moment, she thought that she saw black and white stripes, running together. Then everything went black and she saw stars. Soon, she heard moaning of some kind, all around her. Just when she was about to scream, she yelled, “Stop!”.
And fell on her butt onto a dusty field. At least, that was what she could see: desolate, brown dirt in every direction. There was nothing: no trees, no buildings, no people.
Well, there was something. She looked off in one direction and saw some figures assembled a long way off.
“A-herm,” she heard someone cough, apparently to get her attention. She looked at the crowd and saw a tiny face looking at her. It took her a second to realize that they were actually near her, not far away. And, that they were in reality small and looked like... “Wait, a second, that can’t be right!” she thought. The assembled figures all looked like, well she might as well say it, she was losing her marbles anyway...