Noah's eyes widen and he looks about as the world around him is suddenly transformed into outer space.
For a time, when he was little and adults would ask that typical adult question, Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up? he'd answer a space man, because his best friend was obsessed with Star Wars and so Noah was obsessed with Star Wars. As he grew older his fantasies of exploring the universe had faded into more immediate dreams of learning to drive, beating Mitch Turner's fastest swimming time, and learning the drums (he'd never gotten to that one). But in the back of his mind he always had ideas, things he wanted to do, wanted to be. College had just been around the corner. College, and then who knew what. Galaxies, maybe.
Not now. Not anymore.
Noah's breath hitches and he realizes he's crying.
"Oh shit, guys, I think I'm tripping really bad," he says in a wobbly, high pitched voice, and wipes at his cheeks.
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Date: 2016-06-16 10:28 pm (UTC)For a time, when he was little and adults would ask that typical adult question, Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up? he'd answer a space man, because his best friend was obsessed with Star Wars and so Noah was obsessed with Star Wars. As he grew older his fantasies of exploring the universe had faded into more immediate dreams of learning to drive, beating Mitch Turner's fastest swimming time, and learning the drums (he'd never gotten to that one). But in the back of his mind he always had ideas, things he wanted to do, wanted to be. College had just been around the corner. College, and then who knew what. Galaxies, maybe.
Not now. Not anymore.
Noah's breath hitches and he realizes he's crying.
"Oh shit, guys, I think I'm tripping really bad," he says in a wobbly, high pitched voice, and wipes at his cheeks.