what started out as a regular morning turned into “otis redding and carla thomas dance party morning”, and now everyone is exhausted.
the party couldn’t have come at a better time for the cadets, either. we’ve been orbiting for so long. Time has completely lost her hold on us. she walked out in the middle of the day last month.
we don’t know up from down or day from night. we were all about to lose our shit.
and as we started thinking about tearing each other apart, in walked cadet-949 with a mint copy of “king and queen”. we scrambled to shut down the anti-matter engine and re-establish gravity. the lab tables were pushed to the wall and we shed our bulky skins, the helmets and gloves and boots and belts that have become this new body for so many of us for so long. the needle fell onto the groove and we began to dance with our feet on the ground, for the first time in a long time. whatever that is, anyway. and then Time herself, who we hadn’t expected to run into again, was OF COURSE lurking outside the hatch, peering in the porthole. but we didn’t even notice her.
and so she left us alone, and we kept dancing and singing in our underpants, and the dog was barking and we weren’t worried about wasting our years on this orbital or whether the soy beans grow faster with gravity or without.