Sublimemischief, 44

Chimes shimmer—as sepia toned rays dance across a silver screen. I gesture dramatically about the state of the smoke and lights as many cats scramble to take action, while others simply wrinkle a brow and question the service. A caption flickers — "As the door swings open, all eyes turn to behold her."

It was bound to happen—us meeting like this, but welcome to my headspace.