For what seemed like a long time, I thought I might be falling. Though if so, very slowly as there was no wind rushing by; just floating maybe. It was still entirely dark and silent. Really, there was no evidence that I was moving in any way, it was just a thought. I forgot it as soon as I felt soft material against me.

I sat up in bed and looked around. It was my room, in my cabin in NY. I could hear soft breathing which was not my own, and looked down beside me. Andrea. Her hair, her face: they were here. I couldn’t close my mouth from awe, I felt tears welling.

I got out of bed. The floor was warm – it was summer. I turned to look out the window and was greeted by a verdant scene. I began to explore each room of the cabin that I knew. Every room was as it was. My hair was bed-styled and I was hungry for coffee and toast. I headed to the kitchen and made some.

Three things came to my mind:

1. It’s the perfect day, I should go down to the lake with Andrea and swim a bit.
2. I hoped Stuart was doing well, and would plan to write a sequel.
3. I had enjoyed being tall for a time, even if it was just because I was a rampaging computer program who could change his physical state at will.

I didn’t spend time wondering about any of the obvious questions. I sipped some coffee, and buttered my toast, and felt I’d made it somewhere better than I’d been.