MCP12“There, now. Better than claws and blood, right?” It is, and she is, and things are now just Groovy.

“Well I’m not going to hide in the bathroom, no.” I smile warmly at her, pleased by the happy ambiguity of the surrounding color. “There’s nothing to eat here.” Before she says anything I’m struck by the dress, and recall that everything, Everything, was tied, not by the woman or the couch, but by the color. It’s been the rails the trip rode on the whole time! Dipping and rising, but consistent, and here at the moment of realization at its most diluted… “Well of course, I’m young. Or I could be reeeeeal old. Either would do the same,” she said. “Now you’ve got to get out of the bathroom, because we are in each other’s heads, and none of us are sure how the drug works with magic.” She folds her hands, looks down at them. “That’s sorta why I think I may be living in the bathroom.”