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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.
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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Date: 2012-04-16 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-16 05:03 pm (UTC)But even if that's true, I can't say I'd be too angry about it. It's been *good*, having him.
I shake my head. "Maybe one of the Captain's friends."
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Date: 2012-04-16 09:17 pm (UTC)I'm not aware of a pitiful murmur of "... my baby ..." escaping my mouth until it's already said.
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Date: 2012-04-16 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-17 09:07 am (UTC)I manage another weak "sorry" even though I really need to get up soon and pull myself together.
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Date: 2012-04-17 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-17 11:39 am (UTC)