LJ Idol Week 42 Open Topic: True Story

[suesniffsglue]

Lucid

It was snowing on the moon, big flakes that glimmered in silver streaks against a black backdrop and blended with stars. Tara tilted back, mouth open, and caught one on her tongue. It melted quickly, but it tasted like cotton candy. This is strange, something inside her whispered. She scooped a handful in the palm of her hand--not cold, she

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[greenpeacevalle]

Absolutely beautiful!

[fivetwopunk]

agreed! -Megan

[suesniffsglue]

Thank you thank you! And how I miss you too <3

[suesniffsglue]

Oh my dear Clint! I miss you! Thank you!

[dmousey]

This is quite lovely... you captured the surreal consciousness of her dreams/visions well. The piece transmutes her pain into something hauntingly beautiful.

[suesniffsglue]

Thank you so much!

[cheshire23]

Is it horrible of me that I kind of want to scream at that therapist? Because this whole "we have to get you through processing his death" crap? Is EXACTLY what makes a lot of people hate therapists as a profession. :P

[suesniffsglue]

No! I am a therapist, so I literally just sat for a moment and thought, "What would be the worst thing to say?" and wrote it. I wanted to scream at her too. The worst part was the "Listen, our time is up..."

[swirlsofblue]

The bizarreness of the dream world is captured so brilliantly here, loved every detail of the dreams. Her longing and despair came across so well in her journey to capture something lost.

[halfshellvenus]

I felt a sci-fi touch at the beginning too, until

it the moment of understanding an equation. I am asleep.

As the story goes on, it becomes clear that "Where is he?" is not a question based in fear or trauma, but in the need to find him again and again.

There is such held-breath desperation in the dreamer's trying not to want too hard because it only makes Jon move farther away. And such sadness in knowing that seeing him is the only thing she truly DOES want.

Lovely language here-- not just the imagery, but the flow of it.