Terra opened her eyes instinctively, but saw only the byzantium pool still holding her body lithe and graceful. She closed them again and remembered the lighted strings that had formed chords as their ends became absorbed into her body. But they were not here now, at least she did not see them – with her eyes. She focused on her thoughts and feelings, her history and experience.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).