I took this pic this morning after waking with my mind filled with dreams about Andromeda. Not the movie, where everyone's blood turns to powder. The galaxy. They say the Andromeda galaxy will crash into ours in about 150 million years, or something like that, and I wonder. Will worlds collide? Or will there just be a lot of close calls? And will Earth experience a wild shift in gravitational pull?
I fell back asleep for a bit and started dreaming about the movie Melancholia, which went on forever and only redeemed itself in the last five minutes. When I woke again I realized that crashing worlds happen to be one of the scary things that creep out of the darkness under my bed at night to give me nightmares. That, and the childhood-nightmare-turned-book I happen to be writing right now. Which is so creepy I just had a shiver. Poor Maya! She's my protagonist. Poor Beck! Her flawed yet oddly gifted love interest. Why oh why do I put them through it?
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