You blinked for a moment, while floating through the annoyingly viscous, sluggishly molasses-like cosmic slop that was space.

Stars would embroider the cosmos, like evanescently computer-hologrammed pearls against velveteen curtains that would envelop you, as heaven’s sacred evangelical boughs would to passing incandescence.

The colors of it all would overwhelm you—everything did. Vibrant nebulous mist of every shade would drift and curl around your bare, cold feet; intangible (and rightfully so), swirling around your body until it collected around the transparent platform beneath your feet and formed into a large…

...worm? A hairy worm. A long, hairy, cyclops-eyed cat-worm. Yeah, that sounded about right. Though, what wasn’t right, was the fact that this… thing, was the same stupid creature that haunted your dreams (or rather, nightmares) every night.

“...What the f_ck are you doing here?” You blurted out, leaning back against the astral, mucilaginous substance surrounding you and glaring up at the giant, fleshy, pulsing organism.

It widened its smile at you, enough that it would reach its (singular) eye, as its sanguine-undertoned body—a scarlet horror—curled around itself, warping the lustrous planetoids around it. “Am I not allowed to visit my best friend anymore? It’s quite lonely up here.”