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Mum was dropping Lai off at tennis and getting some errands done, so Mira was alone in the house.

It was a rare moment of reprieve.

She decided to make herself a tossed salad. The kind mum used to pack in her school lunchbox; with lettuce, tomato, carrot and cheese cubes; a kitchen sink dressing of oil, vinegar and a good pinch of salt, and little cube-treasures of crisp apple…while all the other kids had cheese and Vegemite sandwiches.

Mira made her salad with loving ritual, the kind that brings a sprinkle of peace and a dash of clarity to the concoction of life.

Mira had been thinking about moving back into her apartment more seriously lately. She just needed to move, to get away, she couldn’t explain why.

Mira moving away wasn’t going to end the world, or anyone in it. Mum was gonna be ok, Lai was gonna be ok.

“You’ve just been stalling. You’re gonna be ok kid. For what it’s worth, you’ll be more than ok,” Mil-Kai was all of a sudden standing behind Mira as she tossed her salad for one, his violet wings outspread protectively.

Mira nodded, but she watched her slight hands tremor on their own. Mira could almost feel herself standing back beside Mil-Kai and watching on as her body crumpled up and she sobbed out all the pain that had been rusted up and corroding her inside, keeping her gears jammed and stopping her from moving forward.

But those honest tears washed her gummed up momentum clean.

Mira ate her treasured-memory salad with an old fire she hadn’t realised had gone MIA, ‘till she felt it dancing through her veins again - spunk.

Working her hand in vigorous, mechanical circles; Mira wiped down the kitchen bench top after she finished eating.

Following her daydreaming mind as it wondered through the clouds, up past the sky and into the stars; Mira let her subconscious take over. She was exhausted from overthinking everything in life, and curious to find out where her mind would lead her if she let it off it’s ever-tight leash.

…To some fresh Inspiration maybe?

Mira hoped so.

But out of nowhere I’ll Make Love to You whisper-serenaded Mira in her head.

Leaning a fist full of white knuckles over the bench, everything in Mira shifted.

The invisible energy-tendons that pulled Time tight released.

She felt the familiar current of her energy travelling with his flow, a feeling that she had denied herself for months - and it had felt like a mighty dull eternity.

But now everything lifted in Mira, heightening her ‘till she was a throbbing pulse of connection and reaction. Her insides were racing and squirming and embracing all at once. Tingling molecules of energy raced together joyously, catalysing sensations and causing physical reactions all over her.

Mira’s hand flattened and stretched out over the bench as she reached an apex of fireworks in the base of her spine. A soft moan slipped past her lips and Mira beg-prayed to the Universe that she wasn’t crazy.