Spaced Out

Spaced Out

spaced out

I took the day off and sat on the Moon. I looked out at the Earth for a little while, but got restless because it reminded me of all the things I that I needed to get away from.

So I walked to the other side of the Moon, sat on the edge or a crater, and looked out at Space. Space has no depth or definition, but there’s an is-ness about it that shook my coil and sent me into a trance. My dog Rexy was sitting next to me, and started barking to bring me back.

I snapped out of it and patted her head. She tried to lick my hand, but her tongue ended up licking the inside of the glass of her space helmet.

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