Buckminster & Amber 59 Wormhole -3

My vision returned to normal . . . sort of. Everything was red, and then there were these weird, green bird things that sucked protons from the atomic structure of flesh and skin—very dangerous. I mean, when you’re out of protons it’s game over. I’d read about them in Hairball  Magazine some time ago and thought they were extinct. But not here.

 They weren’t that big, but they swooped around me like starving vultures sensing my presence as I ducked behind a puffy cloud, never guessing that I hold sudden death in my claws. “Make my day, bird boys.” I held my breath, ready to pounce, but to tell the truth I don’t think they were into fur. They went gliding away, so I moved on, wondering what lay beyond the next cosmic corner. That’s when it happened.

 

I saw movement, erratic and blurry at first . . . coming my direction . . . fast.  Then I saw what it was.

OMG!

Buckminster & Amber - 58 Through the Wormhole - 2

Wormhole - Part 2

I saw Amber’s face on the other end. She was watching me, to see what happened I guess. Then her ipurple, velvet universe. I’d taken on some weird shape shifting ability and could be anywhere, just mage began to blur and shimmer like a desert mirage. I felt kind of nauseous and hocked up a fur ball as things came into focus. I was in the twilight zone!

I could see planets, a big red one right in front of me, and millions of stars pinpointing a black and by thinking it – the quantum express . . . no road map. I willed myself into the big red planet one with one nagging thought. Could one return from an astral trip? Would I want to? I was weightless . . . unbridled intellect, existing without the inconvenience of form and fur.

I saw a clock face that looked like something from a Salvador Dali nightmare, hands spinning backward, around and around and around. I went along for the ride, tumbling and twisting into a kaleidoscope of consciousness.  The stars began to blink out one by one. Must have taken a million years to fade to black, but there was no time here, distance was an intellectual illusion.           

I was catatonic.