Excerpt
It started with flowers.
Yellow, pink, pastel flowers, growing along the edges of the warmth surrounding me.
A sound, a giggle from my throat, small, just forming, made the flowers glow.
They smiled at me.
Each glow receded until my voice called them back. Sweet pastel light and smelling bloomed things surrounded me. My fingers, tiny soft nubs, reached for them.
And then the warmth thinned.
Something was wrong with the room. The corners were wrong.
The corners had leaked.
