Like a movie, the scene plays out in his mind. Flying carpets replacing cars are the popular means of travel. Large carpets for large families, replacing the fuel inefficient SUV. Smaller ones the equivalent of motorcycles, for joyrides, not running errands with other people or the family pets. All the sizes in between. And through it all, each carpet playing songs that fit the operator’s lifestyle. Rap and pop, rock and country. Hell, he could probably design each carpet to go along with its main music setting.
A western themed carpet – replete with cowboy boots, horses, and cacti - goes sailing by his mind’s eye, crooning Randy Travis, and it makes him laugh.
“A themed carpet for every occasion, huh?” he manages to choke out when the laughter subsides. “I like it. We can call them Mood Rugs. You know, like mood rings. Only you buy a couple of them and then choose which to take out at a given time based on your mood.”
It’s the first thing he thinks of and he knows it sounds stupid, but he’s too happy and content to care. He runs a hand over Justin’s back, tracing his spine through his clothes and rubbing at the muscle he knows by memory more than he can feel. “What do you think?”
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A western themed carpet – replete with cowboy boots, horses, and cacti - goes sailing by his mind’s eye, crooning Randy Travis, and it makes him laugh.
“A themed carpet for every occasion, huh?” he manages to choke out when the laughter subsides. “I like it. We can call them Mood Rugs. You know, like mood rings. Only you buy a couple of them and then choose which to take out at a given time based on your mood.”
It’s the first thing he thinks of and he knows it sounds stupid, but he’s too happy and content to care. He runs a hand over Justin’s back, tracing his spine through his clothes and rubbing at the muscle he knows by memory more than he can feel. “What do you think?”