K. Clarke

Little Black Book: Found

Anny had tapped the stop button instead of the snooze, so she hadn’t been able to pull herself out of the dream. She had been walking down a fluorescent hallway, it’s fuchsia light forcing her to squint as she passed through a door into a blinding - what - emptiness? She couldn’t remember. Suddenly, she was in that one dream place, which she had visited many nights. It was as if she were in her own terrarium, tall and narrow, where she climbed up a lush, tree-carpeted cliff.