Everything around her was warm and soft, as though she were still wrapped up in a hazy cotton-wool dreamscape. Meriwa knew somewhere, distantly and vaguely, in the diminished logical centers of her brain that she wasn’t – this was the real world – but it truly felt that way.
As though it was all too good to be true.
Like she, herself, was too good to be true. She was floating still, unable to grab onto the spinning threads of reality.
Her body felt strange, but also strangely good. There was no pain and no fear, nothing negative to speak of. Only… only what? She wasn’t quite. All she knew was that she was light and ephemeral, like a lone jasmine that grows mistakenly in the dead of winter.
At any moment, she might fall apart and happily float away into nothing at any moment.
She
