🎵 Mr Sandman bring me a dream 🎵 "This isn't right, you know it isn't! You've got to wake up! Yes, it's me. YOUR CONSCIENCE. LISTEN TO ME. Look at the world around you, it's fake. It's wrong, no one is themselves. This isn't you, remember the real you."
The voice cut through the noise in her head, loud but bearable: somehow solid and grounding and golden as it momentarily quieted the rest of of her thoughts. For a moment, her headache ebbed, and the feeling that her skull and central nervous system had been replaced with neon lights softened as her memories attempted to correct so she was no longer lying to herself. Sara blinked. The world was still slightly warped and oversaturated and ringing and in general a sensory overload, but she could recognize that more clearly now and understand why. Additionally, as she processed the knowledge, the element coming from within quieted. She wasn’t hungover or coming down with something, she realized. No, her powers–that’s right, she had powers–were on overdrive, trying to alert her to the- the wrongness not only of the world around her, but within her own mind. No wonder it felt like there’d been a drumline in her head. Still, as she stood shakily, the world still spinning and over bright, from where she’d settled on the floor, pulling the sunglasses back on, a new and frightening question came to mind.
