What Was That?

Boom, like a psychic hydrogen bomb, wiping out any thoughts that may have been in my mind at the time, my brain is taken over. My imagination feels like it becomes someone else's.

Details are left out. Those details are assumed to be known, anyway, by my imagination. Where I want it to go fills in any blanks.

The timbre and tone are wrong. I'll work out the details later. For now, I'll just enjoy the memory.