Sleepless: Chapter Twelve

It's All in [Your] Head

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Margo wasn’t on a beach anymore.

She wasn’t even looking through the eyes of someone on a beach.

She wasn’t in a forest either.

The sky was black, and the only thing in it was a single star — stark white and blazing on the horizon. The ground beneath her feet was beige, and solid underfoot. Packed down. Trodden, even.

Horizon to horizon, the world was barren and featureless.

All that existed was the light, the dark, and Margo. She’d lost her raincoat somewhere along the way, but could see she was still wearing the vampire-themed shirt she’d taken from Jaime. Her arms were her arms, her breathing was her own.

She didn’t feel out of breath anymore. Didn’t feel her limbs aching or her heart straining to keep her going. Her head swung around, but there was no Felix in sight. No Baxter either. Not even her parents.

She was somewhere Else. Somehow, she’d managed to fall between the couch cushions of the universe. She was, in a cosmic sort of sense, no different from a sock eaten by a dryer — vanished from all reality.

It felt fair to classify this as a Bad Thing.