You know, since I got here I've been expecting to wake up and find out I'm dreaming. Cruel mind-trick, some... invention of my brain to get back at me for one too many late nights.
But she's here. And
I'm here -- well, wherever
here is, anyway, if not solely next to the Ex-Planet Pluto. We're both here, occupying the same space and dimension and my
God... I thought I'd lost her. I
did lose her. I thought I'd never see her again -- thought I was going to be alone again, going to have to start over. Back to solo danger and peril and finding things on one's own, no one to share it with and appreciate it with, no one to sit back with and laugh at it all later -- no one to steal half my bloody chips. Sure, I would probably have met someone else, taken them with me, but it wouldn't have been the same. It would never have been the same.
There always was that one sliver of hope. Guess it wasn't completely useless, you know, not something for the dusty old trunk. Now it's out again like an old sweater; all warm and familiar. The kind of sweater you thought you lost the last time you cleaned out the TARDIS, and then look: it's there, just as happy to see you as you are to see it.
Ah, that's it for this metaphor. Sweater personification?But here we are, the two of us again, off on another adventure, however tame it may be. It could be a while before I figure out what's wrong with the TARDIS, but somehow I don't mind. Been in the fast lane for so long that one kind of forgets what the slow path
had to call it that, didn't I? is like. Stationery, calm. Such a complete opposite of what I've grown accustomed to. But a welcome change, if only for a little while.
And I'm willing to welcome it if it means she's here with me. Nothing matters more.
content
accomplished
giddy
cheerful
loved