She was larger this time.
There was the same peachy light as the sun burst between the peaks of clouds lit her skin to make it glow. But the rain that usually fell like applause around her was silent. The pouring drops the finest mist to wet her toes. Or they would have wet them, if she could cross the threshold from this room to the next.
This same micro world taunted her every night. The same scene, the same light. With domino structures marching until they became one with the rain. The sunlight making neon fire on every puddle and surface. Yet, her toes were condemned to the carpet, attached like roots to reality. Deep. Deeper. Holding