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badassprodigy) wrote2020-10-23 09:38 am
badassprodigy) wrote2020-10-23 09:38 am
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A Warehouse Called George - Friday Morning
It wasn't often that Barry actually fell asleep on his own. When he woke up this morning he was face down on his work area and his face leaning against a circuit board which had left imprints across forehead.
Blinking hard, he tried to shake off the hazy feeling of sleep and get back to the work in front of him...
Only to realize he didn't know what he needed to do. For the first time since he was very very young, he couldn't instantly understand the components in front of him and how they needed to be assembled for the project he was working on for-
For...
Jesse! Right. It was for Jesse.
Barry blinked a few times now realizing that something was very different. Now longer was his mind racing from thought to thought. Instead of endlessly calculating probabilities and possibilities and considering some of his many experiments... he was just there.
"What the fuck is happening?"
Of course he could still swear like crazy but for once his brain wasn't spinning him up like it usually was.
In fact he couldn't instantly recall anything that had happened for the last week. Or month. Or year.
"Oh."
He sat there looking around the room and almost grinned.
"So. This is what it feels like."
Blinking hard, he tried to shake off the hazy feeling of sleep and get back to the work in front of him...
Only to realize he didn't know what he needed to do. For the first time since he was very very young, he couldn't instantly understand the components in front of him and how they needed to be assembled for the project he was working on for-
For...
Jesse! Right. It was for Jesse.
Barry blinked a few times now realizing that something was very different. Now longer was his mind racing from thought to thought. Instead of endlessly calculating probabilities and possibilities and considering some of his many experiments... he was just there.
"What the fuck is happening?"
Of course he could still swear like crazy but for once his brain wasn't spinning him up like it usually was.
In fact he couldn't instantly recall anything that had happened for the last week. Or month. Or year.
"Oh."
He sat there looking around the room and almost grinned.
"So. This is what it feels like."