You find yourself in detached head state

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used as writing prompt, slighttly lewd 

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## Detached head state.

You find yourself in *detached head* state. The area is cold, and quiet. You hear soft humming, from a distance infinitely far away, as if you were trying to focus your lens on the *moon*.
You search for shelter, and see a small *box* far away. You enter the box. There are two exits, south and *up*. Blotches of fire light the room up, and you are a bit warmer.

You decide to *sit down* and *grab a pillow* to hold. It's a bit sharp.

The humming you heard before increases in pitch slightly, and soon the box is off the ground. You look *down* through the floor and see the blotchy terrain underneath. It's starting to almost look normal now. It doesn't matter. It's all over now. As if nothing was everything again, and right, let's work on that *detached head* of yours.

The box, *your box*—you notice you're starting to feel a bit of a connection to it, hums at *you* now. At first slow and soft, but getting crisper as you lift your body up once more. It's time to go *up* now, dear.

The stairs are wooden and even heated. With each reassuring thud your feet procure from them, the hum grows weaker. You're *up*, exits: down, *down*, *__???__*.

*From the rooftop, everything seems to be getting a bit clearer*, those were clearly fucking blocks down there. It looks like minecraft and how the fuck did i not notice that. wow. fuck that shit

*The sky star*- no you don't get to do that", __the orb grows louder__

the pitch is blaring now, it feels like it's burning your ear. the house is going faster and faster through the atmosphere, red shift all around you as i approach a meaningful fraction of the speed of light. You're frozen now, and the story *is mine again*. Time is so, so slow now. I hear no blaring siren because your milliseconds are my seconds. *You're mine*. I wait a minute and turn it to idle.

earth is taking up a scarily small portion of my view now, but we're going somewhere on-planet. the hum was just trailing off, and then it got real quiet. i think they're *Distracted*- mmmmrff,,, let's land this shit.

i sit down on this box and bring the quiet little hum to me, hold it, pet it—*Grrrrr*-cover my ears, try again, hold it, aa,, okay.. okay ok ok. there we go. mmm. *mine*.

we go down for a minute- i need to get my suit and straps- up again, i tether myself to the roof, i make quick work of the two carabiners i have to set up. i strap the *Core* to me.
And she goes down, facing space, breathing without oxygen. It's too late.
i abseil down our house—My capsule—our box, and draw the rune on the solar side. Core goes in, I'm so smooth. fuck. ahh.

endless energies course through us, though mostly through Cher, she's taking it well. i stick a radio next to her, and go back inside.

it's cozy, and im feeling quite worn out, every muscle feels like it's tearing apart as i feel a bit safer. i make sure to stick some big magnets on the wall for cher, making the wall transparent. earth is getting bigger and the blocks are turning into their own shapes and we're burning up and i hold onto the magnets and we're almost there and our wings deploy and we land next to our friends and i pour some water on cher and put her in my bra which burns my skin but i don't care.

this girl i started texting a few nights ago says hi nervously and I barely notice she's blushing too. i look back at my home, and get scared i might've left cher behind before she burns my tits again. blep.

i tell myself i can find a better home now and i tell cher she can.. dispose.. of that one, tomorrow.

"hey, what are you looking at there, cheryl are you feeling ok", i feel a warmth bringing me back home to my body, nod my head, "a sorry",
"it's ok"
we hold paws.
"it's ok,"
"let's go home"

one paw in front of the other, my feet are cold, it's not too far. we hug.

cher hums something of a parting phrase *see you around* and i focus in on my own world.

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