the glaciers

The first time she peered over her shoulder, her neck swanned with the wind and she begun to pulse her colour into the open, yet keeping it particularly close. Snug. Colour was going everywhere.It was heating up. It wasn't like a green or a red, but more like the misty revelation of an angel. Glowing. With edges blurring and then blending. And continuing. The next time she swayed her face towards her shoulder, her world had changed in a pocket of time, which would only last an eternity. Or so she thought. And everybody joined her. And what of the time? What is time? How long is it? Could we be losing track of it? Will we get it back? Did it even go anywhere to begin with? As she fossicked through the library for answers she saw the pages of discovery descending a translucent staircase, and then fading. Echoing in little pictures. Cascading angles. Like little harmless vibrations. The walls beamed all the colours of the rainbow in perfect order. Blending and getting closer to the sun. Innocently. Quietly. Softly.

It was then that she found herself manipulating the process to sink further into the feathers of the dream. The dream she'd never had before. Until the dream was over.