Kylee

Kylee reached out and touched the sky, which was a bright orange and had the viscosity of Jello. She brought her finger back to her mouth to taste it. Sky-y. She didn’t know that was a flavor until now.

“This must be what it’s like to be on drugs,” she said to no one.

No One answered, “No. You’ve entered Dimension Q where our skies are orange and taste-able.”

“So I’m not on drugs?”

No One laughed. “Oh my, yes, very much so.”

Kylee began to whistle.

No One said nothing.

“Did you say something?” Kylee asked.

No One said, “Nothing.”