
Where to? I ask myself. Anywhere but here will do.
I engage my star-drive and punch it. Destination unknown. Space zips past me at speeds that warp stars into scintillating lines of prismatic colors.
Until Dad yells, βGet down here.β
Escape thwarted, I trudge toward the sink of dirty dishes.
Image byΒ Thomas BudachΒ fromΒ Pixabay
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