She woke, into a dream-world.
Aquamarine and burnished-orange erupted into the sky.
Wet, as though each infinitesimal droplet had coalesced into an ocean.
Thin, near-invisible fish shoaled overhead, impossible.
Koi fish stirring the heavens.
Rolling thunder became the crash of ocean waves, the jagged teeth of the city skyline a miniature reef.
She watched the fish swim and found peace, of a sort.
Enough to be getting on with, anyway.