Cato (the bulls-eye tabby) really wanted me to get up this morning. He scurried around the room countless times, hopped up on the bed and pawed at my feet through the covers, and generally made a nuisance out of himself. There are no moments of quiet solitude in which to lie in bed and think dreamy thoughts. It's wake or be woken around here. But still, I wondered -- no, I don't know why -- about a woman I used to work with. She might have been pretty in her own right, but the woman we all saw was a work of modern science. Make-up applied liberally (but judiciously, even if that is a contradiction) and various body parts either amplified or minimized, depending on the need.
And she really was quite pretty after all that, but I always wondered what the point was, if her ultimate mate wasn't in for a rude awakening some day. And maybe the day isn't that far off when we'll be able to don a skin in the morning, a skin with the likeness of our choosing, and make our way in the world not as who we are, but as who we want to be.
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