a postcard from The Future
The Lady moans miserably, curled up on the velvet couch. She steadies an icepack on her pale brow.
She holds a postcard out to you, and says very softly, her eyes closed,
Come in… come in. Here, I wrote this to you, on my music-raiding trip to the 23rd century…
Having a great time in the future! Wish you were here…
Now I have Time Lag. lemme go back to sleep.
((thanks to Retropolis for the postcard
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