The air in front of my hands shimmered and seemed to tear. The slit widened a bit, and I could see houses and some tall building through the hole. Every centimeter it opened made my body quake harder until I wasn’t able to hold it any longer. I pulled my hands apart and sank down onto the bed. I shook from head to toe, rocking the bed. My stomach squeezed and my head pounded to the entirely too fast rhythm of my heart. I wasn’t sure if I was going to hold down my dinner.
The room spun when I tried to open my eyes, which pushed me over the edge. I raced for the bathroom, bouncing off the hallway walls like I was the ball in a pinball machine. I managed to reach the toilet, depositing everything I had ever eaten. I was still there when my mother came in. “Thána, are you okay?”
The shaking
