Patty: The chatty cat_Obsession_Port Triton_‘We ARE just too different,’
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Patty: The chatty cat
What a lazy day! There is too much movement outside, too much noise. Just another lousy day. The mundane world of humans, aha!! While I see from the window pane of my tiny apartment resting on a couch, everything looks so buwww.onedoor.ccsy, the street and the people. Everyone’s running, so are the vehicles and so is the time. And there he is, Tom: a miniature sort of a dog and my neighbor, with an average coat of black hair. “Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof” is all he does, such a dog speak. Strolling around with his human dad like always. Wagging and panting the whole day acting all cute, well he is cute but I h...
Obsession
Maybe I am obsessed with him. If I wasn’t, I’d be able to get over him right? But I can’t. I know because I’ve tried, many times. During the pandemic, we were only talking once a week, our communication had just slowed. Not because I wanted it to but I did feel I was doing most of the communication. Also, what did we even have to talk about? Our routine was monotonous. Our conversation would repeat. What did you do today? I worked, took a walk, watched a show. How about you? Same. Walking was the only thing people were doing then. You couldn’t go anywhere or experience something new and with t...
Port Triton
We're almost there. We're really almost there. Purple-fuchsia-brown has told us it's time to decelerate the ship and observe our landing spot from orbit. I know there is still much to do before we land, and it will be even longer before we leave the landing spot and make the journey to Earth. But I'm still excited. We are still closer to Earth than any of us have been for 65 million years.***"Test complete. All systems working."I let out my breath and straighten up. My back is tired from hours spent hunched over the valves, making sure nothing is amiss.But now, we've done it. We've really done...
‘We ARE just too different,’
A tingling sensation bubbled up inside me. My heart pounded against my chest like a sea of rocky waves crashing against a cliff. I could not show any emotion, there were too many tossing around my stomach like butterflies. My eyes widened and my peeling lips stretched into a hearty smile. My strawberry blonde hair blew onto my face. The abrupt rush of cold wind slammed onto my reddened cheeks, and my scarf fluttered in the breeze. Standing a mere few feet away from me was the very quixotic yet exhilarating dream of my lifetime, wrapped in a golden brown shawl, golden brown like her magnificent...