To the stars
Light from the window spilled into the room, drawing itself perfectly across the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the room slowly dimmed.
She sat on the bed, hugging a pillow, as the rectangle of light stretched longer with the sinking sun.
Outside the window, the first star appeared in the shifting colors of the sky. As the light lengthened, the room grew darker, until there was no longer a window of light on the bed at all.
In the darkness, she spoke a word, and her fingertips began to glow. She traced shapes into the air, and they stirred to life.
The outline of a blue rabbit leapt forward, hopping until it passed through the window. As each shape crossed the threshold, it vanished.
After several shapes had jumped outside, she rose from the bed and leapt out the window herself.
A crystal-like bridge—alive, rippling like the surface of a bubble—caught her and held her suspended in the air.
