Finding Mitty.

Chapter 10: One Walt, Two Walt.

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I am Walter's latest meal. Now a small slurry bolus, I have been summoned. Do not confuse me with regurgitation. I travel forcefully through his stomach hurling my form upwards through his oesophagus, forcing him to choke from the inside. Any time now, I will expel myself in the form of a projectile. Good luck cleaning me up.

"Walt, you okay in there?" Her voice inquired from the outside, her tone disconcerted.

I was leaning in the sink, choking on what I assumed was vomit, but nothing seemed to come out. My face, my hair, my pits, my eyes, were all bleeding profusely, bleeding acidic sweat. My nose had shut down and I was gaping in chunks of air through my already choking oesophagus. My legs were burning hot and aching, so was my chest. One more minute in this room with no breeze and I might start giving off radiation. The bathroom stunk of well, you can guess, and my heart was beating faster than the flickering of the light overhead. It was vile. I was vile. I felt it. And to top it all off, the train was shaking like James Bond's martini.

I looked up in the mirror and the stubbled face stared back at me in condescension and pride and said, "Oh way to go stickwad. This is just marvelous! Look at you! Brilliant. Just do yourself a favour and bang your head against mine."

"Oh shut up!" I replied with annoyance.

"You do realize that I'm you, don't you, you idiot? Do you have any clue what you're doing? Other than embarrassing yourself in front of miss mystery of course."

Silence.

"Yeah I thought so. I know what you're gonna try to do, or well, try not to. You're not gonna try and fall for her but you're going to anyway, then you're not gonna try to do something to impress her but you're gonna do it anyway, and you're gonna end up making a fool of yourself. I get it, you're attracted to her and it's okay. Just don't forget why you're really here."