DAISY
Daisy stretched her arms above her head and tried to turn over in the cot, only to
discover it had turned into a wobbling hammock while she slept. Shaking her head,
she rolled her eyes and remembered that linear time had no meaning in Tausi. She
could no longer think in terms of day and night, or sleeping and waking. She remembered
the stories she’d read about out-of-body and near-death experiences: floating figures,
wordless encounters. Tausi was like that.
She opened her eyes to the familiar blue haze and intertwined her fingers with the
loosely woven ropes fashioned from the island’s blue-tinted bamboo. She turned her
gaze toward the shore, or at least where she thought the shore should be.
Instead, she saw a vertical sheet of water, a lake turned on its side. Unlike a w
