"Hey, where the fuck are all our forks?"

Abby was doing the dishes tonight, as she was supposed to. They swapped the responsibility every day, since neither of them wanted to do it. It only took a few minutes, but it was generally annoying.

Well. It usually takes a few minutes. Tonight, Abby was having a bit of trouble concentrating, for some reason. She remembered that her and her girlfriend did... something hypnotic, today. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember what. That wasn't uncommon, nowadays, she forgot most times she was in trance. But something about this felt deliberate. 

"I think there are some still on the table from last night."

Her girlfriend Bea responded to her, from the bedroom. Abby sighed, and started walking into the kitchen. She kept trying to focus, but she had to remind herself what she was doing every few seconds. She tried to do what she usually did when her ADHD was becoming an issue, and hummed music to herself. The music that latched onto her brain usually changed every few days, to whatever new tune she had picked up. Usually a rotating mix of video game soundtracks, rock music, and jazz. She wasn't sure where she had heard this song, but she didn't think much of it. She hummed it to herself as she cleaned up the plates and silverware from last night. Sure enough, most of the missing forks seemed to be there, and she turned around to go back into the kitchen.

She woke up on the floor. She blinked a few times, and looked around.

"Hey, Bea!?"

It took a second for her girlfriend to respond.

"Yea!?"

"I think I just passed out for a second!"

"Wha- DRINK SOME DAMN WATER YOU HYDROPHOBIC MUMMY!"

She stood up, looking around, and spying the plates and forks on the ground. They were luckily unharmed, and she scooped them up quickly. Though, as she walked back to the kitchen, her mind continued to wander, and go off on tangents. As she put the dishes into the sink and took out a sponge, she scanned her mind for the tune she was humming earlier, and got back to it. To pass the time, she tried to remember what it was from. It wasn't any of the games she knew. Maybe it was something her music player had suggested to her? That seemed to make sense.

She opened her eyes. She was... on the floor again. That was worrying, actually. She stood back up, and got herself a glass of water, following Bea's advice. She chugged it, before getting back to work, humming the same tune. It seemed to help her focus, to some extent. She got through a plate, and a fork, and-

Floor again. Her brain felt... fuzzy, in a weird way. She didn't have any other symptoms of dehydration, no nausea or anything. And she didn't just fall over, where she was sat implied she purposefully lowered herself to the ground. She got up, trying to get her brain to focus. What was she doing? It took a worrying amount of time for her to come onto the answer. DISHES! Right. Dishes. She got back to it, washing off a particularly stubborn plate. She started humming again, and her brain focused on-

She woke up again. At least, she was fairly sure she was awake. Everything felt foggy, distorted. She stood up. She wasn't dizzy, just... slower. Her brain seemed to move by at a snail's pace. Dishes? It looked like she was in the middle of them. That's what she was doing, right?

...Right?

She picked up a plate, and blinked a few times, before realizing she needed a sponge. Her mind kept drifting to random topics, and it was hard to keep it still. Her brain went back to the song she was humming earlier, and she-

She woke up, still humming the tune. She stood up slightly-

She tried to focus, as she woke up again. What was going on? Was she sick, or... Her brain refused to work with her. The music, it helped her focus-

Bea walked in, seeing her girlfriend sat in the kitchen, slumped over. A couple hours ago, they had been messing around with a new trance trigger, tied to music. It was fun, but they had stopped so that they could get some stuff done. Bea leaned down, and poked Abby's forehead. She was quietly, mindlessly, humming the music from earlier.

"Oh my god. That's adorable."

She looked in the sink. Abby hadn't finished the dishes, but... Bea could get them done later. She tapped Abby's shoulder a couple times.

"Hey, pumpkin. Go walk into the bedroom and pick out a fun outfit. You're gonna be working for me tonight."

Abby stood up, and walked off without a word. The only thing to come out of her mouth was the same tune, quietly humming along.