There is a car
It is morning, and I wake up thirty minutes late.
My husband has already left home. No note or text explains, but I understand.
I wake the kids. As they get ready, I make their lunches. My son gets leftovers from last night’s takeout, my daughter gets an egg sandwich and macaroni salad. They both get a small brownie.
When the kids are done, I rush them out the house and straight to the car.
As I pull out of the driveway, I notice a car parked by the curb. I’ve never seen it before. It’s painted a dark blue, and none of my neighbours own it.
I drive down the lane, and give the car no mind. I need to drop my kids off at school.
It’s there when I come back.
At night, after dinner I stay awake. My husband has already fallen asleep. He has spoken four sentences to me. I look out the window, gazing out at the moon.
The car is still there, illuminated in the light of the full moon.
I gaze at my nieghbour’s driveway. It is empty save for one car.
I stare at the car. I don’t know its make, nor its model.
I go back to bed and fall asleep hours later.
I wake up late. Again.
This time, my husband shakes me awake. I make him breakfast.
The kids are harder to wrangle today, my daughter having had a nightmare last night. I shush her, and bundle them into the car.
I don’t pay much attention to the car parked by the curb.
This night I sleep as soon as I hit the bed.
I dream of large vast places. Places without people. Places where I feel home. Places I feel welcome.
The car is still there that morning. I ask my husband if he’s seen anyone enter or exit it. If he saw it arrive or leave at any point.
“It’s just strange, I guess.” I say.
He gives me a look and a shrug. I don’t bring it up again.
Both the kids are sick today. I make the necessary calls, give them the necessary medicine, and make the necessary meals.
I am about to ask my son if he knows where the thermostat is, when I realize I don’t remember his name. I don’t check their temperatures after that.
I leave the house later, needing to get groceries.
The car is still there.
I don’t sleep at all that night. I tell myself it is because I worry for my children.
I spend the whole night looking at the car.
I wonder if it is locked.
It is 4 am when I decide to check if it is.
I walk out the house. The full moon is out and bathes the car in white light.
It looks almost inviting.
My bare feet feel the grass beneath me. It’s wet. I almost slip, nearly bashing my head across the sidewalk.
The Car doesn’t let me.
I open the door.
I step into it.
I sit down.
I leave.
They welcome me.
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Will it take the hermits staying with Grian a while to figure out what exactly his deal is, even after he wakes up? Surely, if he went to all the trouble of evading them and then waiting to die, he wouldnt just immediately give them answers right? Especially not if he was already trying to hide it to begin with well before they found out the life games were his doing.
This fic is in it for the long haul, so yeah!! Communication is not just going to Happen right away, and when it does, it's going to be very piecemeal, with different things said to different people. Once we get past the hurdle of Grian's second attempt, communication will start to very slowly get a bit more honest and open, but its gonna be a LONG process to get there and wont be linear in its progression. There are a few things i have in mind for this, especially for when Grian gets back to Hermitcraft, but yeah, its gonna take a while for everything to really come out!!!
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