Author's Note:And I wrote this. It's actually from a dream I had a couple nights ago that distinctly had a Farscape feel to it and I'd written it up. There never was a beta for this because the grammar and language definitely are not typical. So all mistakes are my own and I welcome all feedback because this is my favorite style to write in.
Disclaimer:Not mine. If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel.
The house is a car is a ship that I lean my ladder against.
Take one step up and it shakes, the foundation only as strong as the ties that hold it in place.
A lady waits for me. I won’t go to her, making it only as far as this ship will let me.
I can see her. She mourns, and I care, but I really don’t.
Passing her by as if nothing substantial. She covers her face. To cry, but a laugh takes its place. Face contorting with glee when her hands fall dead at her side.
And I laugh.
Then I fall, catching myself just before the edge. I look down into nothing. Only blue water sifting and rolling beneath me, my ship, my house, my car.
It splits, white foam gathering at the edges.
And I wake up.
edited to add a proper format to the notes.
eta: meta behind the story over here.