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[for Selina]
I’m in New York, so I know I’m dreaming. It’s a nice dream by my standards. I’m being chased through Central Park by one of those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He’s grousing at me for eating all the pizza. It’s a nice break from shutting my eyes and seeing Norman stare back at me.
So what’s with all the buzzing?
I start awake, sucking in a sharp breath as I press my hands over my head — which is killing me. In my flailing, I fall off the couch, dragging the blanket along with me. I grab onto the coffee table to pull myself up, but it splinters in my hand.
”Whu—?”
I stare blearily at my hands, realization slow to dawn.
Not buzzing. Tingling.
BAMF!
I roll away from the purple cloud of smoke just as a familiar body drops into the space I occupied only a second ago. My nose crinkles at the smell of sulphur.
“…morning!”
So what’s with all the buzzing?
I start awake, sucking in a sharp breath as I press my hands over my head — which is killing me. In my flailing, I fall off the couch, dragging the blanket along with me. I grab onto the coffee table to pull myself up, but it splinters in my hand.
”Whu—?”
I stare blearily at my hands, realization slow to dawn.
Not buzzing. Tingling.
BAMF!
I roll away from the purple cloud of smoke just as a familiar body drops into the space I occupied only a second ago. My nose crinkles at the smell of sulphur.
“…morning!”