Work Text:
Donna’s feeling…
restless.
She never used to feel this way.
She woke up
and went to work
and laughed with her friends
and got into bed tired and ready to sleep.
It didn’t vary much
but it was good.
Rich.
Full.
But now…
She doesn’t know what changed.
One day she looked up at the night sky
and instead of stars she saw…
home.
She tries to ignore it.
But the feeling grows inside her,
an acorn
growing into a giant
oak,
so big it won’t fit
under her skin.
She finds herself buying
books–
about the moon,
the solar system,
the distant stars.
Her bedroom walls
are plastered with star charts,
her dreams
with interstellar travel.
It’s impossible, of course.
But whenever someone laughs
at her ideas
she just
smiles.
She rather likes
being
impossible.