Zoned Out

[nayela]

lordofthewheel, this is all your fault.

I could happily go on floating. In theory, I have work to do. Papers to write, people to see, a life to keep organized. But for now I’m drifting along a little sideways from the rest of the world, not quite in dreamspace, but closer to it than is usual even for me. There is a vortex of memories and stories, dreams and music, and I can slip into it without any effort and let it carry me through the day. There’s the memories we’ve made, there’s the stories we’ve shared, there’s the dreams of things we will yet do, there’s the music you gave me. Songs old and new are coming to find me and I set my work aside, take that one half-step sideways from the world, and listen.

Flowery prose aside: I fear I've been infected with Filk. (Would that be the Fandom equivalent of an STD, I wonder?) There are songs niggling at the back of my brain in addition to the usual plot bunnies. WTF? Thank you, Pete. Hate you dearly. :p