It had been a strange night, she had to admit. While stepping in-between the lacma lamps she had found a passageway into another parallel universe.
Here, everything was backwards. People levitated while they crossed the streets. Fish floated through the air and birds dove underwater.
If you loved someone, or had a particular fondness of them, there wasn't any guile. If you wanted to hold someone's hand, you would go up to that person and interlace their fingers with yours. Simple as that.
And she wondered...why couldn't it be like that in her universe as well?
Sometimes, in our universe, we misunderstand on purpose. We misunderstand to be petty or to create strife (even when we realize it, we still do it). We misunderstand because we distrust ourselves. Or we misunderstand to keep things together, even when we realize that things are breaking apart or that the truth is making filament cracks in our heart that are going to splinter whether we acknowledge them or not.
It's a sad thing about our universe...and perhaps irreparable.