Lemonade

I woke to the smell of freshly cut grass. The light trickled in through the window, slowly warming the attic where we'd spent the night. Cobwebs and dust motes scattered the air. It was beautiful. The attic steadily gained colour, gaining depth and life. Everything started to change, but nothing changes. The painting that had seemed so demonic last night was a clown. It could still fall either way. The cracked, wooden box of old, discarded, soft toys had a heavy blanket of dust that only reinforced how sad forgotten teddy bears are. I turn over to pull the thin, red blanket off yo-

I woke to the smell of freshly cut grass. It wasn't my grass. Slowly I opened my eyes. Everything was blue. I blinked staccato and slowly reds and greens bled in. I was lying on my back on hot asphalt. The palms of my hands and backs of my legs were starting to burn on the bla-

I woke to the smell of freshly cut grass. Jerking upright, I search for you. I call out your name. You don't answer. I call and call, louder, Louder, LOUDER. Sile-

I woke to the smell of freshly cut grass.
"Stop this," I say.
- Stop what
"I don't want to travel anymore," I reply.
- Everything changes nothing changes
"I don't understand."
- You will. Eventually
The fullstop unnerved me. It wasn't the implied threat of 'eventually'. It was the pause. It spoke of aeons waiti-

I woke to the smell of flowers.
"Take me back."
- Where to
"To the attic. I was happy in the attic."
- What is happy
"Being pleased with-"
- What is pleased
"Enjoying-"
- What is enjoying
"... having something to look forward to."
- I brought you some flowers
"You can't look forward to flowers."
- They are right in front of you
"No. No! Something to live for!"
- What is live
"Waking up in the morning and wanting to be with the same someone you woke up next to the day bef-

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- Subject#LM4 terminated. Proceed with neuron implantation into Subject#LM5