shizsbella

He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. She could not turn back. The story was going to grow in her mind, snaking adventurous tendrils from the pages, up her arms, and through her eyes, into her mind. It would poison her mind, as all books do. Inhabiting her brain, it would influence her dreams, taking her to far off places very few can imagine. As Ady slept, she dreamed she fell through the sky, her long black hair streaming up, past her face. Falling, falling, falling. Splash! Into the water she went, sinking past beautiful colors, some were blurs, while others were sharper than any objects she would encounter in