The world shifted again that morning, when Cimmy woke up in a garden not unlike the one in her old dreams, and right before awaking, in that twilight space between dream and reality, Cimmy saw a healthy rose bush overflowing with blue blossoms.
It was so close she could smell their perfume, a sweet honey and citrus scent, and when the breeze blew through it, one of the soft petals touched Cimmy’s cheek.
The vision lasted but a moment, and yet it felt so real, she wasn’t even phased by the fact her surroundings had changed again: it was summer, it seems, a beautiful summer morning in a garden filled with flowers, with sun shining through the tall foliage, and a cool breeze wicking up the sparkling dew.
“Am I not in the world of things anymore?” She asked herself, because nothing she’d ever seen before, other than in her dreams, could ever compare to this wholesome, eerie beauty.
