This was not the first world in yesterday’s clusterfuck of dreams, hallucinations, and fits. That “honor” will go to the Maelstrom. The horror of the shamblings’ attack had set in, and I was desperately wanting to get away. To be elsewhere, anywhere, but in the grip of a slow death.
“Anna? You okay?” Huh? What name was that? I look up to find I’m leaning against a doorframe. “You’re going to be okay going on stage tonight? The aliens have already taken their place, and the world is watching.” Aliens? The fuck?
It takes me a minute to immerse myself into the scene. As I surrender to the shifting colors around me, I realize where I am. I’m daydreaming. Idle fantasy. Nothing more. A smile warms my face. Extra-terrestrials, again? It makes sense, really. All my dreamworlds have involved human myth, having extra-terrestrials as a plot device is the only sandbox I have left.
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