A second ago I was immersed in a pool of light and color.
It was warm.
It was calm.
It was safe.
I passed through a corridor, a great wall that I missed in an instant.
Everything around me is poignant, solid.
I'm afraid.
I'm cold.
I'm alone.
I want what I had a second ago, but I can't have it.
I scream because there's nothing else I can do.
I cry and pull myself up.
On my feet, I look outside.
I scream some more.
There she is.
I knew she would come. She always does.
She runs to my side.
She runs to my side.
I reach out for her. She holds me.
She is warm.
She is calm.
She is safe.
I know she will always be there when I am lost. I was promised this.
