Mushball universe, anyone who'd like to talk to Jou

[yellowlion]

I sit on the grass in our rear yard, legs crossed, and try to let myself sink into a meditative state. I don't do this very often. It's usually helpful, when I do.

I had the oddest feeling when I first met Joe, that I'd met him before. That this was meant to happen, in some way. Except he should've been wearing a blue leather jacket, and he was in tears, in my lab. Not a shy, troubled schoolkid convinced everything was his fault.

I pushed it aside as a stupid dream. When you have weird-ass dreams all the time anyway it's only too easy to assign meaning to them later.

But now? Now I'm beginning to wonder.

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[hotshotlightning]

I raise my eyebrows at him disdainfully. Did he really expect a lack of sarcasm from me?

I'm tempted to applaude but he's already noted the sarcasm and I don't think it would really help. "Might not be a bad idea," I say instead. And the sooner he does it the better.