Cornfield chase by Hans zimmer is playing as I'm laying in bed trying to sleep.
I can't help it, the way nocturnace strikes me, I try to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, the only thing that drifts away is my mind.
The wonders of my mind take me away Everytime, whether it's spiraling into new visions, ideas, and endeavors; sometimes it's the longing to hold you tightly, oh how I wish you were here in my bed, laying in my arms instead of living in my head.
Looking up at the plain ceiling of my neon lit room, I close my eyes, then open them again, blurry visions of the posters on my wall, the colours of my room, and the late night TV programs.
Present by Lloyd Vaan is playing as I am about to get up.
Looking at the clock, it's about 3:33AM, interesting is the time. I conclude that I can't sleep for the life of me. There's something quite liminal about being awake at this time anyways, going to the kitchen, opening the fridge, maybe I'll crash on the couch tonight.
I go to the living room and turn on a movie, lighting up a candle, I have my tea steeping in the kitchen, maybe I'll smoke a little.
Memories of grass by Perila starts playing as I hear a small, still voice.
I'm sitting on the couch with a movie turned on, enjoying the drift with some quiet music playing in the background, blowing out smoke in front of the candle, my definition of perfect solace. I then hear the words,
"Staying up too late again ? Open up your window and look at outside."
Stellar by diedlonely. , énouement starts playing as I look out my window
With my eyes and mouth open wide, I look astounded at what surrounds me. There is no grass, no trees, no parked cars, and neighboring homes beside me.
Although I am taken aback by the stellatus sky, I am wary to step out into the void, fearing I won't know my way back home.
Time traveler by Koloah starts playing as I hear static coming from my TV.
I look over to my TV and notice that the channels have changed, now I feel a bit haunted. I start watching the channel to see what it could all mean,
"Galactica?" I read off of the screen.
The words "Ye needn't be afraid to step out into the unknown" are written on the screen followed by more static and the number 222 flashing afterwards.
222... I wonder what that could mean as I'm fiddling with the small beard on my chin; I hear a small, still voice once more, saying "Trust in the process."
"Fine, I guess I'll see what's out there." , I say to myself.
And at that moment I hear a loud thump hitting the side of my house, I flinch and look over to my window startled some.
Interstellar fantasy by Greg Foat, Ayo Salawu starts playing as I am on my way to opening the door to see what's out there.
An astronaut is attempting to knock on my window, and I'm starting to feel a bit worrisome. After all, the activity seems rather paranormal.
I swallow my doubts, eyes closed, I whisper to myself, "I mustn't be afraid, just have trust in the process."
The astronaut is trying to show me something, reaching out for my hand. I grab onto their hand, having them take me away.
Backside of the moon by The orb begins to play as I am soaring through the galaxy into the unknown.
Astonished I truly am, I can see the backside of the moon from here, I can see the Earth getting smaller as I move further, and the scorching sun, light years away but I still feel the heat.
How come all are suited besides I ? Shouldn't I be dead from this ?
All very valid concerns but I mustn't overthink it, I'm still alive aren't I ?
I can somewhat see the destination from here, and my house, that's long gone, looking like nothing but a mere speck of dust now.
Innate abstraction by cruel diagonals starts playing as I am arriving to this foreign interstellar station.
It's all a bit abstract to me, how I flew out here suitless in space, not holding back, just to land myself in this all white room, pristine in condition. The monitors beeping in perfect sequence, almost melodic to the hum of the motors, a harmony divinely so; an observation I'll hold onto.
The astronaut takes off their helmet to reveal themselves, and it all became so heartfelt. "Mother-", I stuttered in shock, "How could it be?"
I felt the hairs of my arms stand up a bit, she says to me, "You're so big now.", all teary eyed, I run up to her for a hug, it's been so long.
Sitting on these big, cushioned chairs, she made us hot cocoa for warmth and comfort. We sat by this enormous window with the upmost galactic view as she told me various tales, legends, and sang lullabies; I don't remember much more.
Going home by twin color is playing as my mother is carrying me in her arms, soaring across the galaxy to take me back home.
I awake the next day, everything as if nothing had occurred, I look over to my bedside table, finding a note.
The note is slightly dusted in some unknown, clinquant substance; the note read,
"You ever wondered why you could soar through space without a suit ? My son, you are made of stardust, and whenever you can't sleep, remember where you can find me, mom loves you."
I hold the letter up to my heart as a tear rolls down my face and crack a slight smile.
Interstellar. By Pandora.,chillwithme, cødy is playing as the scene of me laying in bed with the letter up to my heart fades to black.
Memento quod amor meus omnia per universum extendit;
memento mei cum sidera spectes et caeli noctis 🤍☄️.
- com amor, Alx Moreira
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