I can't move. I can't move and I had a dream that I was flying through a beautiful gold and violet and azure horizon. Through the horizon and I was flying with my eyes open unblinking and it was summer. I could see my mother in the back of her bus on the way to school where she would make crafts with the other victims. I could see the top of my apartment building, which looks a castle from up here. And here comes that ringing in my ears, like a thousand churchbells or a swarm of cars or a scraping of glass on glass on glass and then those beautiful colors churn themselves into a great mouth and I am static. Still. I can't move. Stuck as a silhouette frozen while I was so innocently dreaming.