“Annabelle darling, your head’s in the clouds again.”
I blinked, sending automatic apologies to Ginnie and Fleur.
She laughed good-naturedly.
“I said you’ve your head in the clouds again. Honestly, you seem barely here these days, not since you met – oh.”
She broke off, and smiled slyly. I blinked again and, unconnected, the blink was just a blink, a suitable expression of puzzled innocence.
“You forget that your Mama has been there herself. I know what it’s like. I can guess who you’re daydreaming over.”
I played it obtuse.
“Stevie, of course.” She let it go with a shrug. “I’ve been trying to tell you he’s here.”
I sped clumsily to the hall, confirming, no doubt, her worst suspicions, but she was wrong. It was true that my head had been in the Cloud since I met Stevie, but only because he had supplied my neural link.
Another Visdare inspired piece, and, as ever, I urge you to follow the link to see both the prompt and the other entries.