I’m lying in bed as sick as a dog. Probably burning up with a fever. I bet it’s making me dream some really weird shit, but I’ll keep you in mind whenever I get around to seeing a therapist. I’m sure this whole visit will be good for a few sessions.”
“It’s not quite that easy to just turn back now, Leigh. Besides, you probably have a lot of questions. I know you want to stay a while.”
“No. Not really. I’d like to just leave. Thank you.”
Without uttering a single word in response, Cosmos walked over to the desk— my damn desk. Luna nimbly hopped out of his arms and sat perfectly still, as if she knew exactly what was expected of her. Cosmos carefully searched through the glass vials, bottles, and beakers that were precariously perched on a makeshift shelf that was no more than an old board mounted to the wall. He picked out selections, one at a time. He held each one to a candle, mumbled to himself, and put them back. Finally, he discovered the one he was looking for. “Ah! Here it is! This is the one we need.”
Something bothered me. Luna looked so content and she sat so still. Seeing the old wizard holding an unlabeled glass bottle full of gunk reminded me of something very sinister that my friends had been discussing.
I remembered. “Schrödinger’s cat! Again? It’s like this very unclear thing I’m supposed to understand, but I really don’t get it. Yet, here we go again. Schrödinger’s fucking cat.”
“What? Who is this Schrödinger? Merlin’s lost twin?”
“Don’t you even think about poisoning my cat in some cruel, hair brained experiment! I will kick your old fake Dumbledore ass right into a whole new reality.”
“Whatever. Now just see what happens.” He poured just a bit, no more than a teaspoonful, into the open palm of his hand. Luna eagerly lapped it up like it was melted ice cream.
“Hey! Goddamn it!” I shouted at Cosmos and rushed to rescue Luna. Just before I reached her, there was a burst of electricity arcing through the room. It created the same kind of mist that I saw whenever any of the witches used their magic. The bright flash terrified Luna and she literally pounced on my chest. “What the hell just happened?”
“Woo! Thank God! That’s more like it!” A young woman in a purple robe stood next to Cosmos. Her huge exuberant smile shined out nothing less than pure joy. She was about my age, short, curvy, and had a full head of dark hair. The long loose natural curls framed her cute round face. “Cosmos! Baby! Come here and give me some sugar.” The woman nearly tackled the old wizard. She flipped his gray beard and then ran her fingers through Cosmos’ long wild strands of hair. “When did you get so old, Cosmos?”
“Don’t worry, we can go right back in time to where we left off. It’s just that it’s taken me fifty years to find the correct potion that would pull you out of your latest cat. So I’m old, for now. So what. I’ll fix it when we’re done here. Did you know that in those fifty years your spirit had transmigrated through eight different cats? Eight! When you were first put into cat form with that spell I bought, I didn’t realize it would even last this long. Talk about getting your money’s worth.”
I was seriously thinking this dream could keep a therapist busy for years. “Wha-who…? Seriously, this is just nuts. Who are you?”
“I’m Sybil! I thought you would have guessed, Leigh.”
“Did you just come out of my cat?”
“Yes, and let me tell you, I’ve been waiting for a long time to be out of there. Luna is loaded with more angst filled personalities than an all-girl high school. That cat! Oy!”
I looked at Luna curled against me and I stroked the little spot between her ears. “Don’t listen to her, Luna. She isn’t even real. I’m sure she represents something that’ll pay for my therapist’s new hot tub. Pfft, Sybil. Just like that classic movie about the yutz with multiple
“It’s not quite that easy to just turn back now, Leigh. Besides, you probably have a lot of questions. I know you want to stay a while.”
“No. Not really. I’d like to just leave. Thank you.”
Without uttering a single word in response, Cosmos walked over to the desk— my damn desk. Luna nimbly hopped out of his arms and sat perfectly still, as if she knew exactly what was expected of her. Cosmos carefully searched through the glass vials, bottles, and beakers that were precariously perched on a makeshift shelf that was no more than an old board mounted to the wall. He picked out selections, one at a time. He held each one to a candle, mumbled to himself, and put them back. Finally, he discovered the one he was looking for. “Ah! Here it is! This is the one we need.”
Something bothered me. Luna looked so content and she sat so still. Seeing the old wizard holding an unlabeled glass bottle full of gunk reminded me of something very sinister that my friends had been discussing.
I remembered. “Schrödinger’s cat! Again? It’s like this very unclear thing I’m supposed to understand, but I really don’t get it. Yet, here we go again. Schrödinger’s fucking cat.”
“What? Who is this Schrödinger? Merlin’s lost twin?”
“Don’t you even think about poisoning my cat in some cruel, hair brained experiment! I will kick your old fake Dumbledore ass right into a whole new reality.”
“Whatever. Now just see what happens.” He poured just a bit, no more than a teaspoonful, into the open palm of his hand. Luna eagerly lapped it up like it was melted ice cream.
“Hey! Goddamn it!” I shouted at Cosmos and rushed to rescue Luna. Just before I reached her, there was a burst of electricity arcing through the room. It created the same kind of mist that I saw whenever any of the witches used their magic. The bright flash terrified Luna and she literally pounced on my chest. “What the hell just happened?”
“Woo! Thank God! That’s more like it!” A young woman in a purple robe stood next to Cosmos. Her huge exuberant smile shined out nothing less than pure joy. She was about my age, short, curvy, and had a full head of dark hair. The long loose natural curls framed her cute round face. “Cosmos! Baby! Come here and give me some sugar.” The woman nearly tackled the old wizard. She flipped his gray beard and then ran her fingers through Cosmos’ long wild strands of hair. “When did you get so old, Cosmos?”
“Don’t worry, we can go right back in time to where we left off. It’s just that it’s taken me fifty years to find the correct potion that would pull you out of your latest cat. So I’m old, for now. So what. I’ll fix it when we’re done here. Did you know that in those fifty years your spirit had transmigrated through eight different cats? Eight! When you were first put into cat form with that spell I bought, I didn’t realize it would even last this long. Talk about getting your money’s worth.”
I was seriously thinking this dream could keep a therapist busy for years. “Wha-who…? Seriously, this is just nuts. Who are you?”
“I’m Sybil! I thought you would have guessed, Leigh.”
“Did you just come out of my cat?”
“Yes, and let me tell you, I’ve been waiting for a long time to be out of there. Luna is loaded with more angst filled personalities than an all-girl high school. That cat! Oy!”
I looked at Luna curled against me and I stroked the little spot between her ears. “Don’t listen to her, Luna. She isn’t even real. I’m sure she represents something that’ll pay for my therapist’s new hot tub. Pfft, Sybil. Just like that classic movie about the yutz with multiple
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