Chapter 14: Dreaming
There’s a moment of whirling disorientation. The waking world fades, darkness sweeping in . . . and then it’s back. Only everything’s a little messier than before.
Scratch that—a lot messier. Chaos has taken over. The air is filled with rustling notes and a thick web of coloured strings. I can barely move without getting tangled.
I drop to the ground and crawl. If I can just reach the nearest wall and get my back to something solid, I’ll—
Wait, crawl? Since when did I have a body to manoeuvre around obstacles? I rap on the floor, producing a hollow sound and bruising my knuckles. I try to stand and get snarled in the trailing strings, setting the notes swaying and fluttering.
Then I dismiss them with a snap of my fingers, sweeping the clutter from the room to reve
