I know I’m not awake, but I’m also not asleep. I’m just here and there, floating in and out of consciousness.
But it’s better this way, as every time I come to, my body aches, and it’s better not to deal with the pain—just yet.
Because I know when I do, nothing will ever be the same.
I never knew you could float among the clouds. But here I am, doing just that.
I jump from cloud to cloud, laughing because the texture feels like marshmallows between my toes. I know I’m dreaming…unless I’m dead? But I doubt Quinn would let me go.
“Hello, child.”
My movements are in slow motion as I spin in a circle, attempting to find the owner of that voice.
Everything here is different.
When I finally see him, my eyes fill with tears. But my tears are the color of rainbows, not clear or translucent
