TITLE: "Black & White"
TEAM: Human
Word Count: 100!
Characters: surprise!
Summary: Someone is yearning for Anita's lost attention.
The Challenge: Write drabble inspired by these lyrics: "I can't mould this stage anymore. Recognize me anymore. To Tread this fantasy, openly. What have I done. Oh this uncertainy is taking me over, taking me over."
 
 

My companions mock me. They're content here in the soft darkness, huddled together in their lemming-like mentality. They take their affection when they can.

Not me. I miss the way she held me to her at daybreak. She comes home bloody from the night and we collapse together into her bed.

Nowadays, it's not so black and white. She doesn't see me. Doesn't need me.

I can't loose myself!

So I fantasize every night: I'm cursed with The Change. I can fly! And my mouth is sharp and dangerous.

Maybe then, by moonlight, she will finally see me - Sigmund, were-penguin!