(MISSION: MISH-UH-N. Noun.
An assigned or self-imposed task when chopped that you are convinced is the one right, true thing for you to be doing due to special reasons of joy, peer recognition or humankind beneficence. The task, usually simple, will involve large amounts of time, high degrees of frustration, and may or may not ever be completed.)
So a mission then, me carrying my couch crucifix-like through a dark you forget exists in the perpetual bright of cities, through a rain that was now a hop-scotch spray born on a freshening wind; carried with both arms locked under the arm rests, the mother of all face-plants risked with every slip and shift of my feet.
An odyssey witnessed with great interest by passing Gatherers, perhaps because of the face-plant in the offing, perhaps because of the wondrous sight presented: me bent beneath my blue burden, jesters hat a-jingle, clothing and face covered in glitter spray. (Yes, Dad, glitter spray, because, well, God Made Me Phunky.)
Still, I knew it was worth it - more - that it was a positive stroke of genius on my part the first time I sat down lengthwise in the middle of the Trance Zone with my legs up and out of the mud. The couch settled a little lower and then cruised the quagmire as if made for conditions exactly like these.
As the trance deluged and the lasers railed, I floated there and looked to the sky and through brief windows of racing clouds caught glimpses of the stars, the weather breaking now, some six hours from the end.
And for the rest of the night my couch was a sanctuary, an island of comfort in the storm of festivals close, in the wet and the cold, the comedowns and the exhaustion, and it attracted in all manner of other voyagers.
Weary of being calf deep in mud they would come up and ask if they could sit - of course you can - and so they would, and they would rest, and we would share, and we would connect, and I would offer a smoke, and I would offer my heart, and then off on their way they would go. I even managed some serious couch dancing to the really thumping tracks.
Then, Cassy found me.
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