I hear the drums echoing tonight, But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation, She's coming in, 12:30 flight. The song had been stuck in his head all week, obviously it would be no different on his night time waffle run. Most were sleeping by now, and if they werenât, surely they werenât paying attention to the dude with a stack of waffles, muttering to singing to himself as he stumbled back to his dorm. David had not realized that he was projecting the song to the mindâs of everyone currently within half a mile radius of him.Â
He was singing quietly to himself now, âHoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies, he turned to me as if to say, âHurry boy, it's waiting there for youââ David saw her then. Standing there, practically glowing, like an angel (They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moon of Iego, I think). Sheâs not there. Whatâs she doing here? Thatâs not her. No, heâd seen her in dreams the last time heâd slept. He had seen her where she was then and she hadnât been here. But that was her. T H A T S H E R, idiot.Â
This was in his head. It had to be. THIS IS IN YOUR HEAD. Ana hadnât actually existed. He made her up. Why was she here? To see you! No, to better her education, obviously. Davidâs head twisted to the side, his eyebrows pulled together. There was only one way to settle this. He took one of his waffles and frisbee tossed it toward her. If she wasnât there, it would go through her. If she was real, then. Yeah. It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you, There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do, I bless the rains down in Africa.
