Alana Walker

Forever is Our Today

One tip-toe away from free fall, Dody gazed down into the unlit depths of the stairwell she found herself atop of. A red something glowed far past the place where she lost count of the stairs, beckoning to her with a crimson lark and a faint hum. It seemed animate compared to the surrounding obscurity. Breathful. With a squint, Dody reached her hand straight out from her chest and parted her lips in a soft oh of appreciation; she imagined her fingers getting warm where the light met her skin.