Meeting II

The snoring Centaur blew bubbles of snot out his nostril, muttering incoherently in his sleep. He rolled a few times even, placing a hand under his head as if cushioning it, while the bump on his head stood tall.

Growing increasingly frustrated-and possibly mad at the Centaur’s privilege and unfairness of the world- Elias forced down his raised fist as it shook in the air, fighting down the earth to smack the Centaur square in his face.

Seeing the Centaur like this, Elias completely forgot his earlier hesitation at approaching the creature and his awe-filled curiosity, outright waking the Centaur up with a well-placed slap to his equine bottom.

“Mom!?!?” the Centaur woke up with a jolt, rubbing his bottom with his hand as he wore an aggrieved expression and tears pooled at the corner of his eyes.

His eyes blurry and his head fuzzy, the Centaur struggled to focus his sight as he began to see two of everything.