When I hiccup, I think, for just a moment, I don’t exist. Everything seems far away. What is that about anyway? A spasm of the diaphragm, that’s all. Nothing more.
But what if it were more? What if a hiccup transported to us a different dimension, a different time and place.
Somewhere we were happy, content and loved by people we cared about.
It’s just a hiccup. The Marvel Universe has no such superhero. Maybe a hiccup is just a reminder to breathe deep breaths. Suffocation is a tomorrow thing.
What do I know? Besides nothing.
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 