Dancing and dreaming, the child smiles as the rain drips from her nose. She's done this before, but she was much older then. She rememberes little from then, though she knows she enjoyed it. She lies in the grass, staring at the parting clouds, waiting for her dreams to come. She remembers her father, but much less her mother. And she remembers love, but does not understand.
She becomes content with her surroundings, absorbing them, making them a part of her. She feels the cold, worldliness of the healing storm above her, the warm familiarity of the soft glistening grass beneath her feet, all embracing, all drawn into her being. She still remembers her father, but wonders why his face in her mind seems so twisted and open. This leaves her with a bitter feeling in her heart, though she thanks her world for giving her this much.
She now abandons her surroundings, though grudgingly, to seek what had eluded her. She walks far and long, aging with every passing second. As she can walk no more, she collapses onto the ground, shrinking until her sight is lost. As her remaining senses leave her, she is raised above the realms of cognition where all she has known is lain before her.
No longer is there anything to fear from bleak reality- in altering perception and sensation, the products of an unfit world will be molded better to taste. Now, take the five dried grams I've taped under your chair... |
