The blue of reality encompassed all. Slowly, gray mists defined a horizon. White tuffs pulled my attention to what might be my right. As my gaze slid back, the horizon gained depth. Darkness flowed from the mists. Light sparkled and danced across waves as sounds (child laughing, old woman crying), then smells (pizza, wet dog, lilacs). A white dot appeared out of the mists… It grew as it flowed towards me leaving ripples in it wake.

Anxiety filled me as the stray memory came directly toward me

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