She ignored the chaos trying to unfold in front of her, utterly unimpressed by any part of it. 

Her lucid eyes danced off towards the horizon line as the rest of her mask pointed towards them and responded animatedly to the bullshit camaraderie these two were slinging.

They were unraveling all faith in them to the exact depths that they were sure they were selling the whole shindig to all who were present.

No one believed them. No one trusted them.

No one wanted to be involved, before or after their target had with malicious dexterity gone fucking rogue.

The woman’s higher self reached from behind her in the dream with a pen she’d never written with in this realm or any other and scrawled a word, bruising the notebook in front of her with the period she added at the end of it.

Her eyes danced towards the word as they brayed on amicably yet utterly unbelieved to her left. She read it , got it, then froze.

That was not supposed to happen. 

She read the word again and smacked her lips in derision.

“Gahd!! Are you fn kidding me?” she groaned and pulled back from within the lucid dream. “It’s too soon!” she fussed “God, I shouldn’t be able to DO that yet! There’s a fn chedule! You said! What the actual fuck, man!!”

The lucid dream dissolved around Sara as she rammed her thumbs into the indentations under her cheekbones and dragged them up to her ears in frustration, doing her best to release the animosity that threatened to make her pop.

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“You’re ready,” God said simply.

“I’m NOT ready!” she huffed.

“Child, you’ve been able to read typed text and newspapers in lucids for-” God sighed.

“It hasn’t been that long, God! And you said there’s a-”

“Sara, that was six years ago, Baby-”

“Six?! How in the actual- 6- No it wasn’t-”

God chuckled. “ Child… it has been six years. You are a smidge ahead of the agreed upon schedule, but by your own doing- You’ve actually been moving at an almost surprising to even me, clip- and I-” God realized that Sara, the Eva-Fusseth… was not sparring with him at all.

God centered itself in her and breathed her in and out until the knot in her chest released.

“How has it been six years?” she whispered, stunned.

God pulled her up onto her feet and mirrored her back to herself. “All of it has- that’s why that exchange weirded you out with the shopboy- That much has rolled back.”

“Fuck, maan-” Sara cussed softly, safe in front of the entity that made cussing perfect and possible in the beginning as it was.

“You are on a slightly advanced by your pattern’s own energetic design…schedule-” God murmured. It’s okay. I know it’s disconcerting.

But fear not, for I am like…literally with you…so relax, guy~

and for fuck’s sake, enjoy the upgrade…this is supposed to be fun.”

“..does that mean… that pen she literally wrote around me with exists?” Sara asked sheepishly.

“Not she, you. Yall are doved now. & Yes. It’ll bubble up, daytripping in a few beats.” God murmured.

“Is it a-”

“Yesssss , chile…it is a fountain pen. You will be very pleased by the weight of it in your southpaw. Not…go finish clearing away what was started. Heed the longhand word…ya read and wrap this shit up-”

Sara nodded.

She settled into herself, pulsed her fingers forward , did a lil cosmic jazz hands to click it all back on and patiently waited…

It took a few beat before she disappeared and reappeared to herself fully fleshed out in the skin suit of choice for the proceedings, opting to change the hair a bit and be barelegged beneath her triple x Rolling Stones voodoo lounge tee instead. Sara wiggled her butt down a bit to rest deeper in lotus position before her head lolled back.

Her jaw slackened in the buzz of the grid that filled the background of the silence.

The atmosphere crackled around her as her pineal gland slashed open in the dark and beamed a prismatic beam of light roughly out of her and up into the dark sky.

The woman and man’s disdain for the touch and texture of one another revolted the onlookers Sara slowly scanned. Her eyes stopped on the ginormous, human sized fountain pen now taking up on of the seats in the vip section of the-

oh, for fuck’s sake, her higher self grinned at herself. You’ll get the fn pen when ya Fin-

FOCUS! She, God & her higher self yowled simultaneously. 

And you! Cut that out! God admonished the pen, trying to keep every face present as straight as possible. It bashfully shrank down to it’s appropriate size and plopped into the amphitheater’s chair unobtrusively.

I hope I draw it to me by end of day, Sara mused, shyly dancing her lucid eyes back over to the stunning feat of engineering at any size that was hellbent on eyefucking her, even fully in sight of the most high God.

If you don’t pay attention to what- Sara’s higher self started then stopped as the couple in the scene ran into the back brick wall and bloodied their noses together, dazed and confused.

– are ya fucking kidding me? The pen is not the Point this time! Her higher self snort laughed.Will ya puleaze clean them up so we can get this over with? What a frickin welcome, she chuckled up to God, over the dovetailing. Sheesh-

Sara shook it off sorry~ she murmured and tuned all the way back in.

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