The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 91
I got back to Juliette quickly, same day, complimenting her on the great GIF. Then I wrote: “Yes, as a matter of fact it was something you said, or didn’t say. Or it was us, or me. Or you me us mixed with sensory deprivation, maybe? I’ll write more tomorrow. Check your inbox around noon, my time.”
That was it. The second I clicked and heard my note zoom off across the country I realized what I should have realized before zapping my Ello account: there was no sensory deprivation in the Enchanted Realm. The wild intensity of being there, together, was more like sensory overload.
Dude, I told myself, it’s the most outrageous balancing act you’ll ever know.
Everything is perfect.